Time does fly.  Luke is 10 months old today.

He’s like a tornado.  He leaves havoc everywhere he goes.  His exersaucer has surrendered from being used as a trampoline.

Most of his board books are torn – the pages and the books themselves are torn in two.

Here’s a clip of him getting tickled by his truck:

And here’s a video of him trying to put himself to sleep. You’ll know he’s sleepy because he will suddenly lie down and keep trying different positions to fall asleep. This is the time that it’s not safe for our faces because the odds of getting kicked or smacked by a baby trying to get his sleep on are high.

Look how he throws his arms and legs at the start of the video.  He wasn’t even moving so much in this video because he was laughing at me.  He finds it funny everytime I sign “sleep”.  I don’t know why. And this goes on for about an hour or more before he finally falls asleep. Most of the time, I get really sleepy before he does but I can’t sleep until he does because he could fall of the bed trying to find a good position.

Happy 10 months, my love.