I get it now.

I finally understand what people mean when they say their son is "all boy". Blake is 10.5 months old now, and he has been climbing up the stairs in our house since he was 7 months old. He eats whatever he can find on the floor, and today I actually found him eating popcorn out of the trashcan in the playroom. He doesn't cry much when he gets hurt, which unfortunately is quite often. I already have to clean up after him, and the boy is already eating me out of house and home! He ate a scrambled egg for breakfast one day last week, and two pancakes another day. He is happiest when he has a bottle or food in his hand. He is curious and cute and cuddly. He is my sweet little man, but boy is he a handful!