Almost 11 months old. My little Adam is helmet free and if you look closely, you can see bumps and bruises and battle scars. He's walking and into everything. EVERYTHING. Behind him is a stack of newspapers; what you can't see are the weeks of newspapers on the floor. I'm getting better about not stressing about the constant mess, but years of OCD are difficult to shed. He's finally, finally consistently sleeping through the night.
Isn't he a cutie? Really, isn't he just a cutie!
