James the Circus Performer

James just turned ten months old last week, and he’s on a roll. Within the last three or four weeks, he has learned to pull himself up, and subsequently walk all around the furniture. He has learned to wave ‘bye-bye.’ He has learned to play peek-a-boo, or in our house “Where’s James?? There he is!!!” Next he will be applying for college or something. Yikes! He is just becoming so independent, comparatively speaking anyway. Laying on the floor looking at a toy is just plain boring; he’s got to be on the move. With his newfound independence, he can now follow me (Mom) wherever I go. He ‘helps’ me (un)fold the laundry, keeps my feet company as I try to cook, and even tries to help me empty the dishwasher. He makes a bee-line for the laundry room anytime I leave the door open and has found a way to navigate down the step. Then he looks back at me like “See what I did, Mom? Now try to catch me!” It is so fun to watch him do all his new ‘tricks.’ I was trying to get him to wave this morning and he wouldn’t do it. Jeff said, on behalf of James, “I’m not a circus, Mom!” He’s right. James is more fun than any circus we’ve ever seen. We’d take watching his antics over a juggling unicyclist any day!