We have the oddest nicknames for Isaac — we have been known to call him baby Gollum, or baby Voldemort, or baby Yogi, or baby Zombie. Now that he is ten months old, he’s like a little cape buffalo. Energetic, fierce, and mostly because he sends us on The Great Migration every night.
Which is basically this. Isaac starts out on his little mattress besides us, and through the night clamber on and off our bed, edges us this way and that, until we all end up in a different place in the morning than the night before, crowded out by him at some point, and usually with back and neck aches because we either had to hold ourselves very still to avoid crushing him, or literally hanging off the edge of the bed.
But! On a happier note, he has finally started to sleep better despite his clambering. And by better I mean he now wakes up once or twice a night, and can sleep as long as five hours in a row, instead of waking up six times a night, every one to two hours. It’s not a big deal, since many of his little friends are now sleeping chunks of seven hours or more all through the night, but I am grateful for little blessings =)
And mostly because I still do the creepy mom thing and gaze at him in the wee hours of the morning and feel my heart burst with love; and remember that he will only need me for so long. Ah my heart!
In other news, ten months feels like a long time since he was born! These days we are amazed by what he has learnt since his floppy newborn days. He eats whole grapes with gusto (and for some reason always smells like some strawberry flavoured confection these days), he can push himself to stand from the floor, stand without support, then lower himself back into a squat, he’s finally started babbling more (a lot of CVC clusters like “nam nam” “mum mum” and an ever expanding range of fricatives like “thhhhh”). He’s also started to have a real little personality and is figuring out the world for himself. His favourite game is to play peekaboo with us from behind our curtains. He can figure out just from my absence and the sound of running water that I’m washing up in the bathroom (and will comically stand banging on the door while crying). He lifts things up to peek at what’s underneath them, and looks into boxes. We can no longer hide things from him!
It’s his cutest month yet and we absolutely adore our little buffalo to bits!