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Babies get to this point where it's nearly impossible to catch a shot of them where they aren't in motion and at 10 months, we're there! This sweet guy hardly sits still for a moment and getting him to sit still, look at the camera and smile? Come on now.
He is crawling like a mad man, standing on his own, still only has the two bottom teeth, still LOVING the piano and music in general. He bops better than Silento any day. He is eating all kinds of food, and probably because much of his milk was already a bit on the spicy side due to what I eat, he is a huge fan of Thai and Indian food. His first word is "More" because he is serious about his food. It sounds like "mah!" But he yells it at me in between bites so I'm pretty sure that's what he means. That plus doing the sign for "more".

He is such a happy baby. We all still fight over who gets to hold him or play with him because there is something really special that happens when you hang out with Statham for even a few minutes. You find yourself recharging and just feeling lifted after being with him. What a gift it is to have someone like that in our chaotic home. I'm not sure how long it will last as he begins the search and destroy phase of toddler hood but we have been grateful for every moment.

TransEra

I have a confession to make. It has been a long time coming and it takes a lot of courage for me to share this with you so publicly. But we live in a different world now than we used to and people are a lot more open minded then they used to be, so thank you in advance.
There has been so much talk lately about people being transgendered and the topic is a sensitive one. But this morning I read a headline that changed everything for me. It read: FIFTY-TWO YEAR-OLD MAN LIVES AS A SIX YEAR OLD GIRL. SERIOUSLY. And that one sentence (and picture, let me be fair) changed everything for me. There was this shift in my thinking and I'll never be the same.
I realized that I am TransEra. That's right, I was born in the wrong time. I've never really felt "right" and as societal norms continue to morph and change, they just feel more and more wrong inside me. You might be thinking, Yes! That's your inner compass! Listen to it! But how could so many of us be wrong? What are the chances the problem is inside my head? Plus it feels better when people "embrace me for who I am" instead of telling me I might have a sickness in my head that is not well understood. Now I realize that there is some irony that I have to join a 21st century fad to escape to an era without said off-putting fads, but that's what feels right for me, ya know?
I should have been born around the turn of the century. Not the 21st Century, mind you, no that isn't working out too well for me. I think I identify closer to around 1900, I know if I had lived then I would feel just right. You see, people wouldn't frown down at me for calling a girl, a girl and a boy, a boy. And I  wouldn't be called hateful for defining marriage to be between a man and a woman. And you could say things like, "Hey, get a job and quit leeching off of the government, this isn't okay!" and I wouldn't be "insensitive," I would just be right.
How good it would feel to be "normal" when I talk of Christ in a public or social setting. I would be the cream of the crop, not a societal flop.
Yes, I was born in the wrong era. And since it's impossible to change that, I would like my entire world redone Quaker style and I will dress and act accordingly, now don't you try to sneak a peak of my ankles!
Did I mention I want insurance to cover it?