Where does the time go?

Well, these days time seems to disappear into playtime, naptime, diaper changes, bath time, swimming lessons, family dinners, and all sorts of other fun things. As of yesterday we have a ten month old on our hands - when did THAT happen? As another friend put it, it happened when we weren't looking...or right under our noses. Yeah, that sounds about right.

It's been an exciting week. Just when I blog all about how wonderful things are we hit a rough spot. Landon decided to go on a nursing strike for about two days, sleep was tough, as was eating anything at all. Thankfully Landon is back to his old happy-go-lucky and smiley self now.

Landon called Daddy "Dada" for the very first time on Thursday. My son said his first word - WOW! Mark and I looked at eachother in amazement and then I watched Mark's heart turn to putty and wrap Landon even tighter around his pinky finger.

As if a first word wasn't enough for the week, Landon has decided that pulling himself up isn't quite enough anymore; he stood all by himself for a good 30 seconds on Friday - his ten month birthday. I think he'll be walking sooner than we think, and that's a scary thought!

Not to be out-done, he cut his top left front tooth today - and I think there are at least two more on their way. This is probably why he was having such a rough time earlier this week. We've all decided that teething stinks.

Also today Auntie Em, Granddad, Maureen, Aunt B and Uncle John came over to dye Easter eggs and eat pizza. In celebration of that pesky tooth breaking through Landon had cheese pizza for dinner for the first time (along with spinach and potatos and pears) and loved it.

Now THIS is the life...