Wednesday, October 23, 2013

11 Months

Age:  11 Months
Getting you to sit still is becoming quite a challenge!
Favorite activity:  Walking!  You took your first steps a few days after you turned 10 months old.  Now, you're walking more and more often.  Crawling is still your preference when you want to get somewhere fast, but your walking is getting better with every day.


Slides are awesome, MAMA!
Honorable mentions:  Can we talk about your obsession with soccer balls?  You love any kind of ball.  We have many.  When we go to work with Daddy, I see your little mind whirling at all the soccer balls around.  You go up to strange children who have a ball and YOU STEAL THEIR BALL!  If we ask you where your ball is, you look at it or go and get it.  This morning, you saw a ball that I had washed sitting in the sink to dry and clearly said, "Ba."  Not your normal "ba ba ba" but the "ba" that is the first part of the word "ball."  It's very clear to us that you mean ball.

Yes, this is another soccer ball.  I love them all.  This one sings, Mama!

Lately, you are also quite the chatty Cathy.  You are constantly chattering about something.  We're looking forward to the time when we can actually understand what you're trying to tell us.

You also love pushing the stuffed animal bin around the living room.  Most days, I come home from work and it looks like a stuffed animal bomb went off in the living room.  You're so pleased with yourself as you push it around the room.  It's exciting for us to watch your problem solving skills and your determination.  If you can't get the bin to move, you keep trying until you get it to move.  Sometimes, that means you lose your cool, get frustrated, and start screaming at it, but you don't give up.  I hope you keep that determination as you grow older.


Least favorite activity:  The temper tantrums have begun.  You are a mellow, happy, easy going kid...until we take something you want (and can't have) or make you stop walking.  Oh heavens the screaming.  Luckily, you seem to forgive and forget quickly.  I could do without the screaming and crocodile tears though, ok, buddy?

This swing is super fun!
Milestones:  Uh, WALKING, of course!
I'll just move this over to the other side of the room.  See you soon.

Words:  Still no Dada.  Your favorite word right now is "ma-me."  We keep working on Dada though.
I'm playing with Catch Me Kitty, Mama, what do you want?

Sleep:  Naps are hit and miss.  Bedtime, however, is sacred.  You usually fall asleep between 7 and 8pm and we don't hear more than a peep from you until 6-6:30am.  The last few days, you've been "sleeping in" until 7:30am.  It has been delightful.  Of course, the time change is coming up in 2 weeks...we know we're on borrowed time.


The Wombat eating a wombat.  (This one's for you, Grandma!)

Best Moment: Those first steps may have been the best moment this month.  When you sit in my lap and grab my hands so that I will clap (and do patty cake) is also pretty wonderful.  However, when I'm singing to you at night and you lay your head on my shoulder and wrap your arm around my neck, my heart melts.
You look so grown up...even with no shoes on.

Worst Moment:  The temper tantrums are not fun.  I fear this is just the beginning.
No, Mama, I wasn't just eating this book.

Eating: We are slowly trying to give you less purees and more finger foods.  However, YOU are more interested in squishing said finger foods between your fingers.  You will eat the little bites when I put them in your mouth.  You have recently learned that feeding Mama is much more fun than eating your dinner yourself.  Hooray, now Mama's eating dinner twice.

You're also fascinated with spoons.  You haven't mastered the spoon yet, but playing with it is lots of fun.  You'll get it someday, Little Guy.  Don't give up!

I'm not getting any food this way, Mama!

Teeth:  Seven and counting!  We think you're teething again, but we haven't been able to see any white spots (no sticking our fingers in your mouth...you bite!).

I refuse to open my eyes until you stop flashing that thing in my face, Mama.

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