There is a rumor circulating that Colt is walking. And that is not entirely accurate. He HAS taken several steps this week – but never more than about one and a half in a row – and tonight was noticeably braver, taking 2 and 3 tiny steps between the coffee table and the couch. Progress! That's what you call that! But not technically "walking"… Very soon, I'm sure. Stay tuned.
This last Saturday makes 10 months. Let me say that again. 10. Months. I have a 10 month old little boy. I have to brush his teeth and part his hair and look for preschools — he is getting so big. Less than two months from today I will be sitting down to write his birthday blog entry. His first of many. And I will probably sob the entire time.
So. 10 months. 10 months marked the beginning of formula – and can I just say that no one told me how badly baby formula stinks? I can't believe he can eat it. But it hasn't really slowed him down. He's still eating like a champ.
We also visited Preschool #2 today. And we couldn't have been more relieved. The moment we walked in we knew that we loved it. The director gave us the grand tour and we just loved it more. We went to lunch afterward and talked about how much we loved it. And how impatient we are that we may have to wait until August to move him there. But it's worth the wait. And it will work out. One way or another.