Our little boo is ten months old! He more resembles a toddler at this point. He isn't walking yet, but he is boldly pulling up on furniture and exploring the world around him. He gets a little ahead of himself sometimes when he's trying to move from reaching to crawling to standing, so he gets tangled up in his own arms and legs like a game of Twister for one.
This has caused a couple of falls, a bump and a fat lip, but he's a resilient little fella.
Sidenote: I don't recommend Google Image searching the term "playing Twister". People sure know how to take something that is supposed to be wholesome fun for the whole family and turn it into something dirty.
His preference for toys is still pretty basic. He's still having so much fun with my cell phone, the Jumperoo, the walker, the stackable rings, Jerry the Giraffe, and the stackable cups. He joyfully crawls around the kitchen floor while clutching these plastic toys in his hand. Banging the plastic shapes and cups on the tile is a favorite pastime. Last weekend when Robinson was visited by his Poppa, Uncle Jay and Aunt Kelly, he was so excited that he was crawling around the kitchen with one of the plastic shapes in his right hand, and one of the stackable cups in his left, joyfully smacking them on the tile.
Quote of the weekend, courtesy of yours truly: He can't decide which one he likes best, so he's banging them both.
Seriously, Jerry the Giraffe and the stackable cups are the most fun you can have with your clothes on.
Oh, and did I mention that Robinson likes to eat?
I know, it's hard to believe that this angel ever throws a fit