Eleven months.

Buddy, that is exactly the face I am making at this milestone: the how-in-the-heck-have-you-been-here-eleven-months-look. At eleven months, you are just as enjoyable as you were on the day you were born, and just as amazing to hold and to love as you have been all these 337 days.


You speak: hi, mama, hi kee (hi kitty), hi dada, moh (more)

You sign: all done and more

You go to bed between 6:30-6:45pm and wake up between 6:45-7am

You're really getting into walking with your walker (thanks for that, Sara, the kids have now both loved it) - no more push-walk-walk, just walkin'

You can put the balls in the slot and then reach down and grab them and do it again

You love your lovey enormously

You give sweet sloppy kisses

You no longer bathe with the big blue bathtub

Your poor little legs and elbow-pits are forever red, enflamed, and itchy due to your eczema

You love to eat: sugar snap peas, pumpkin, roasted sweet potato with olive oil, salt + chili powder, O's, pears, apples, bananas, rice cakes, muffins, and my oatmeal in the mornings

You love to look out the window, and I love to imagine all the things you will do out there when it's warm, when you're walking; it will all be brand-new to you!

You've become quite the mama's boy (which I adore)

We love you, Buddy.