t h e . r i d i c u l o u s . p a n d a

ten months old. our "holy crap what are we going to do with this brand new person" person is ten months old. sam and i have been official parents for a whole ten months. that's a good substantial amount of time. and i can say, without a doubt, that we are doing an awesome job. i know this because you, silas lee, are the most fantastic person i have ever met.

this month has been all about summer. delicious summer, more summer than i have ever experienced. so much summer to drink in: sunshine, rainstorms, fresh peaches, bluberries for every meal, tanned toes, swimsuits and sand in every crevice.

i was never a warm weather person before i met you. now, i cross my fingers in the morning and hope that it'll be above eighty degrees so we just have to spend the day at the beach or pool.

you are fearless at the beach. at home, i can't go to the bathroom without you protesting my being out of your line of vision, but at the beach i am merely your ride. you'll crawl from our blanket almost to the shoreline before you look back to see if i am coming. most of our time is spent evaluating whether or not it's a good idea to put that thing or another in your mouth. small sticks=eh, menthol butts=probably not.

this tenth month has been crazy busy. we celebrated all things silas at your forty week party. sam and i promised to share with you the absolute joy in the everyday, but you're already well on your way to figuring that out for yourself.

full jumps while holding on to the edge of your crib, shaking your head like a maniac anytime you hear rocking tunes, laughing hysterically while straddling papa's neck, double kicks while laying in the bathtub, shrieking in the face of oncoming lake waves, double palm banging on tables, pulling every dvd and book off of shelves, shoving fistfuls of seaweed salad into your mouth, flubbing your bottom lip whenever the mood strikes, clapping yourself to sleep, tossing everything within grabbing distance off of the end of your changing table. absolute joy in the every day. easy cheesy.

your papa also rearranged our home this month. giving you, the smallest member of our faily, the largest living space. and what a lovely space it is: lots of new spots for us to take your picture, a small nook for you to scoot into and play, piles of books.

but we still agree on keeping you in bed with us for some of the night. this tenth month, more than before, i have had to keep reminding myself that you are still a baby. our baby. and more than anything we love having you close.

ten months. and there's so much more.