For some reason, Knox turning 10 months, has made me suddenly realize how close he is to turning to 1 year old. I'm trying not to grieve.
My baby, my last baby (I'm serious this time), is getting too big, too fast. BUT, with that comes so many fun things. He's mobile now. Not really crawling on all fours, but between rolling and his inch worm army crawl, he gets where he wants to go.
He's got all 4 chompers in now and you'd think he knew how darn cute he looks with them because he's grinning ear to ear all the time. Seriously. All the time. Happiest. Baby. Ever.
He's just started waving hi, took to formula like a champ from a sippy (mama's starting the ween), is ticklish, loves to be scared, thinks GoGo applesauce and string cheese are the best, giggles immediately when he sees anything fuzzy (stuffed or real animal), wants to cuddle before bed and has to snuggle up with his stuffed horse to doze off in his crib.
Happy 10 month Knox the fox.
Oh my baby.
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