Katie can now pull herself to standing. She will imitate us when we clap our hands for her (a cute milestone for any parent to see, but with extra significance for us; Jamie never did this, and the fact that Katie does is another indication that she probably isn't on the autistic spectrum). She loves her baths and howls disconsolately when it's time to be lifted out and dried. She likes helping me pull the cord on the light switch in the bathroom and, when I say to her "Can we switch the light on?" she understands me and looks round for the switch. She has a grand total of five toofy-pegs – all four of the front ones and the bottom right incisor.
She has started in Gymbabes (the baby version of Tumbletots). This involves a certain amount of awkward timing; Gymbabes/Tumbletots classes run throughout the morning in age group order, starting with the Gymbabes class and moving on through progressively older groups of Tumbletots. Therefore, we now have two children to get to two different classes at different times of the morning. We work it by splitting up the children (fortunately, the classes are on my day off each week); I take Katie while Barry stays home with Jamie (both of them normally still in bed at the time I leave), and, later on, Barry takes Jamie while I stay home with Katie. Since this is also Barry's day for going shopping, he does this between the two classes, while I stay home with both children. The effect is a bit box-and-cox, but rather fun – I get a bit of uninterrupted time with Katie at the class, and then, since Jamie's class pretty much coincides with one of Katie's somewhat erratic nap times, I get a bit of uninterrupted time to myself at home. That really is good, even if I do spend most of it emptying the dishwasher and putting the laundry in the dryer. Katie, meanwhile, took a while to warm up to the idea of the classes, but rapidly got to like them. Especially the ball pool and the giant green ball that's bigger than she is.
The other adventure of Katie's tenth month was night weaning – cutting out her night feeds. I started writing all about the whys and wherefores of this, but it seemed to be taking over this whole post and in the end I decided to consign it to the vast mental heap of Things I Really Will Write A Post About Some Day, Honest. The how was simple enough – I switched her onto the bottle for night feeds so that I could tell how much she was taking, and then reduced the amount gradually over several nights while increasing her daytime intake, so that she wasn't actually hungry at night during the transition. This was, of course, a complete and utter pain – instead of simply hauling her into bed with me and nursing her when she woke up, I had to get up and warm bottles – but it avoided all the crying that seems to happen in most of the accounts of night weaning that I've read, and it worked. A week after starting – four nights before turning ten months old – Katie made it through from bedtime to breakfast without sustenance, and has done so on a regular basis ever since. (She does still occasionally need a few ounces to get her through, but that's now the exception rather than the rule.)
She does still wake up each night, but that's not a big deal – I still take her into bed with me, only now without the feeding. I shall change that too, in due course, if she doesn't grow out of it spontaneously in the near future (which is quite possible – Jamie did, within a week or two of me night weaning him, and Katie has been waking up progressively less often since being night weaned and has been noticeably easier to settle when she does wake, so I shall see how it goes), but I'm happy to wait a bit on that one and rest on my laurels for now.