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Wesley,

You are a little stinker.  For the last 10 months you made sure that we couldn’t concentrate on almost anything but our lack of sleep.  I read book after book, scoured the internet for solutions, cried, prayed and wished that we would all start sleeping through the night and then, without any pomp or ceremony, you did just that.  You wanted it to be on your own schedule, when you were ready and when we finally just chilled and accepted our fate, you decided it was time.  And it’s been wonderful.  It’s not perfect yet, but it’s close.

We are currently in the throes of teething.  Those top two pearly whites are taking their sweet time breaking through, but every one of your many smiles, every laugh, every time you babble what I pretend to be mama, though it sounds much more like daddadada – or CAT, make it all so immensely worth it.

You keep me on my toes.  At any given moment, you will look at me with that spark in your eye and take off toward something you know you are not supposed to get into, in the hopes that I chase.  And I do, over and over and over.  By the end of the day I am tired from all the chasing but the truth is that I secretly love it.  I love watching you explore, your eyes wide as you see or experience something new.  You are brave and you are fearless.  I love that about you.

And here I sit, on the first day of your 11th month, I think back to the thrill of imagining you before I had the privilege of laying my eyes on you, and I cherish how you’ve surpassed every single expectation I had.

Happy 10 months, LIttle Dude.