Phew!

Spencer turned 10 moths old on Monday the 9th. He got his third tooth that day (and that night, of course) and learned how to do this:


Yippee!! Before Spencer learned to go down the stairs, he'd only fallen a couple times. It's the absolute worst thing every time, and I'm paranoid for the rest of the day. Luckily, he is so smart. After the second fall, he figured out that it wasn't a fun thing to do, so now when he needs to come down the stairs he just waits for me at the top and does this fake cough with a big grin on his face and I come get him and tell him he's a good boy and give him a big hug and high five.

All the boys, especially Ben, are on high alert whenever Spencer is by the stairs. If Spencer gets near the stairs, Ben blocks his way and screams, "No, Baby! No falling!" It was actually Ben who taught Spencer how to go down the stairs. He made Spencer look at him while he went down the stairs backwards, then Spencer just did it! We still have to turn him around at the top, but it has made my life much easier and much less stressful.

I love hearing Ben talk about his "space ship" in the background. Just so you know, he's playing in the huge pile of laundry I had dumped on the floor so I could record Spencer. I'm glad he can make something positive out of something that makes me crazy! I just might take a break from laundry and make a space ship of my own.