This picture of you is exactly what I want to think of when you're all grown up and gone one day. Your tight green pajamas. Your drippy chin. Your constant smile and expressive blue eyes. Your fearlessness: the bumps and bruises on your head and your almost-falling-off-the-bed. Your shiny blond hair. Your winsome spirit. (We won't talk about restaurants. They are your downfall.)
This transition has been rough, but you haven't seemed to miss a beat. You've had the best attitude out of all three of us about the many changes in our lives.
You at almost 10 months old is my very favorite you yet.
Life with you just keeps getting better.