Your world at ten months old…
Not crawling yet,
but always on the move
Climbing, clambering, over knees,
pulling up onto feet
desperate to be standing now.
Reluctantly try rocking
onto forearms from seated pose
and oh so close!
but not yet there.
(It won’t be long).
Days filled with play and song;
throwing shapes and rolling ball,
stacking cups and banging bricks.
Stringing tales of Old MacDonald and his farm
with ducks and frogs and animal fairs;
a mobile of nursery rhyme
spinning through the day.
Tucked under my arm, reading –
books with flaps, and things to touch,
hungry caterpillars, Peter Rabbit, Pooh.
Turning pages with your little
gasps of delight, or awe,
(I think you might like books
as much as I do).
as if you’re playing with sound –
shrieking with delight,
and screams of frustration.
Face screwed up with little frown.
Wrinked nose, kicking legs
and thrown-back head,
mouth tight and face red.
A new stage for us –
a time of ‘no’ and finding
things to make you forget
what you wanted so.
Pointing, clapping, waving
(a ‘royal wave’ it’s often said).
At ten months you are such a little boy,
with fluffy hair and gummy grin.
Stopping people with your smile –
oh, the joy you bring.