Late Bloomer

My name is Janice and my son is a late bloomer. There, I said it! Actually, I don't know if this is really true, but I think it is important that if it is true, I need to work on getting over it now. We're going to a wedding in Michigan on New Year's Eve and I was really hoping that Alex could stand/walk/dance by then. But here we are, on the verge of 10 months, and he still army crawls. He's not even really working on pulling up (unless you count the way he sits and yanks on the fireplace door handles). He seems perfectly content, especially now that he figured out how to sit up on his own (just last week). He doesn't eat baby food very well. Though he seems to really like trying to eat puffs. His manual dexterity is surprisingly good. He manages to pick up every speck of whatever the vacuum cleaner doesn't get (and, yes, we have a Dyson). Luckily, he's more interested in playing with his treasures than eating them. But he's still the only kid in his class that doesn't crawl up on his knees (several are walking by now). Maybe this means he'll just have a more laid-back approach to life. If that's the case, I'm totally down with this. If only his "laid-backness" extended to his nightly sleeping patterns. Sigh. One of these days we'll get to again bask in the luxury of uninterrupted sleep. Damn us for not enjoying those two months in which Alex actually slept through the night. We won't make that mistake again.