All of a sudden I realize I haven't kept track of so many firsts. I thought I would never forget which day the first step was, or the first clap, or the first wave, but all of a sudden here she is ten months old, taking steps, clapping away, dancing enthusiastically to Brazilian funk, waving her entire arm when people approach and when they recede. The only time she sits still is to pull all of her books off of her shelf, several times a day, and to page through them saying "bbbeeee beeeebebeeebbee!" and "dah!" and roaring when there's something furry in the picture. Ten months old! Eight teeth! Grubby knees! Ten months old, a good day for a ride with Daddy in her chariot.
