Friday, September 1, 2017

11 months...

bud, i am going to start by asking for a little bit of grace from you. 30 years from now, I want you to know the season we are in right this moment and why I couldn't find the time to blog about your 11th month. I can't even find the laptop right now. We are packing up the house to move in 11 days and life is just a wee bit chaotic at the moment. 

but I want you to know that this past month has been on of the sweetest with you. we vacationed at the beach and you are NOT a fan of the sand or ocean. you are a fan of the pool. 
you are pulling up on everything and cruising while holding on to something -- a hand, a table, some sort of security. but I know it won't be long before you off to conquer the world one little step at a time. 

I'm struggling that this is your 11th month post. Will it be weird to say you are 63 months old down the road? just asking.

You are down to one bottle a day. You drink the rest from the sippy cup. We have slowly started introducing whole milk with your formula and you love it. You are eating more and still haven't found anything that you don't like.

You love to give kisses and play peek-a-boo. You are mesmerized by Family Feud and we try to watch every night. You loathe your rocking horse. Possibly the worse thing I've ever purchased. But I get so tickled to see you flail and scream when I try to get you to play on it. 

You are LOUD. and I mean, really loud. You like to be heard. Yesterday in Lowe's, you made sure EVERYONE knew you were there. You aren't crying. You truly are shrieking with delight. But in a family of talkers, it's no wonder because you have to be loud to be heard. 

You are into everything. And you are still one more Nosy Joe. 

They moved you up to the toddler room this past week. I don't like how that sounds. So I renamed the room Baby II. It has a nice ring to it, don't you think? And they even have you sleeping on a cot. A COT! Don't ask me how. They know magic, I'm sure of it.

Bud, you are plain awesome. And you are lavishly loved by us all. You are Mama's baby boy! I make sure I tell you that all the time, lest you forget. We are tickled by you!

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