So, Averycakes, you are eleven months-ish old. You are VERY busy and important. Every time I asked if you were available for a photo shoot, you told me you just needed to "check one last email".
Well, I finally put my foot down, and told you that your fans would not wait any longer, so you very finally conceded to having your picture made, but alas, technical troubles necessitated a re-shoot. At this point you had pretty much had it with your dear mother, so you made sure to use your "fake smile" and told me to make it snappy.
You see, at 11 months, you are starting to exert your independence. You definitely make it known when you do / don't want something, and it is growing more difficult to distract you from your chosen goal.
The things you like / dislike are still pretty much the same as last month.
- You like:
- Veggie puffs, cheese, ham, apples, and pretty much anything your grandmothers feed you
- Bath time!
- Reading your books
- The bay window
- Playing chase
- Taking things out of drawers / bins
- You DISlike
- Having your diaper changed
- The end of bath time
- Not being allowed to chew on electrical cords
- When we leave your sight, sometimes
Overall, though, you are still a really really easy-going baby. You are finding more and more things hilarious (mostly everything your dad does), and growing more mobile by the second. People seem to genuinely like being around you, and you are usually pretty happy no matter where you are. You're also sleeping great, too.
I should also mention that you are hilarious. You now keep up a running stream of babble complete with pointing and sometimes very stern tones. You can say "Bye-ah" when prompted! It's all very serious and important. But sometimes you're so happy you just holler. It's usually in a completely inappropriate place, (which, incidentally is why you have never been to the library) but you are just so HAPPY you have to let it all out.
You are also increasingly mobile, pulling up with ease and starting to cruise. Which, as your father declared when I came home the other day means, "Nothing is safe. Nothing!" You can go anywhere (that doesn't require actual walking) and rip up any paper and chew on anything you find with your 4.5 teeth! Your favorite place to go is up into the bay window. Or, as I like to call it... baby in a box performance art.
I'm sure the neighbors talk. (About what an adorable baby we have on display.)
I was looking back through old pictures of you, as I do
Yesterday you were sitting on my lap facing me during one of our deep discussions about
Next month you will be a YEAR. Someone very wise told me when I was pregnant with you that the thing about parenthood is that the days are long, but the years are short. You, my dear, have made both of them magic. Can't wait to celebrate a year of you! We love you more than books and Travian.