How on earth has my baby gone from this:

to this:

Nolan has grown so much and is turning into quite the little boy. As our visitation pastor at church pointed out to me, “It looks like church baby has turned into church terror!” The kid has pipes. Loud ones. Like his daddy, I’m not sure it’s possible for him to talk quietly. And now that he’s mobile and on the verge of walking, the concept of keeping still or staying in one place is preposterous.

He’s already exhibiting traits that make me think he is going to be a handful. When he starts crawling down the hallway toward the dog bowls, I’ll say, “Nolan, where are you going?” and he will stop, turn to look at me, laugh a maniacal laugh, and then speed over to do what he knows he is not supposed to. He will pick food up off of his high chair tray, look at me, hold it over the edge, and drop it. 10 months old and the boy already knows how to push my buttons. I’m in trouble because its only going to get worse from here.

But in all honesty, it’s his loud voice, constant need to be on the go, and his mischievous ways that make him so fun. I wouldn’t want it any other way. He is a good kid. He’s so sweet and really loves his mommy (I will eat that up while I can get it). Everyday I pick him up from daycare, he melts my heart. He gets a huge toothy grin on his face (6 teeth fully in already!), speeds over to me, and gives me the tightest hug and lots of kisses (which are sometimes bites, but we’re working on it). He is generally happy and has a great sense of humor. He sleeps well at night, with the occasional bad one here and there. And he’s down right adorable. He is one good looking kid, if I do say so myself.

It’s been the best 10 months of our life. I can’t believe how quickly it has gone by, or that I’m planning his first birthday already.