gavin west - month ten
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last year at this time i was this. wild.
this year we know your face. your hands.
your name.
at ten months you are:
still miniature.
still toothless.
still a grouchy- growly boy.
at ten months you are:
finally diggin’ solid foods
practically walking
giving loves
playing peek-a-boo
blab-blabbing on the telephone with dad
happiest in the bathtub
already getting into mischief
(including but not limited too: getting into the cleaning supplies and choking on silver/turquoise rings)
you. are a handful.
but– i love you so.
