Monday, November 14, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
You are seriously full of so much sass and sweetness, which in my book are two wonderful qualities. I’m not quite sure how you’ve done it, but you’ve made us love you even more now than we did the day you were born. You constantly have us chuckling at your little antics and our world pretty much revolves around you.
11 months had you doing all sorts of things:
You can now say Mama and Dada (and can accurately look at who you are talking about), but if we ask you to say one, you say the other. Like I said, sassy.
You can identify several body parts: toes, mouth, tongue, and teeth. What a little smarty pants you are!
You started dancing when music comes on. It’s so fun to watch you move your shoulders and wave your arms to the music.
You are officially sleeping through the night (8-8), and it is wonderful. Incredible. Fantastic. I don’t know why we waited so long to sleep train you. You picked up on it in just a matter of nights, and I think all of our lives are better because of it.
Every night at around 7 PM, we have what’s called nakie play-time. Basically, you get stripped down to just your diaper and you play. This is without a doubt your favorite time of the day. You love it. You just jabber and crawl everywhere and climb on your Mama and Dada.
You have four teeth! Your top two chompers finally came in. Your little smile is so cute with those teethies.
You have learned how to turn the pages in a book by yourself. I get a kick out of watching you tilt the book up on it’s end and use your chubby little thumbs to turn the pages.
You are seriously the best eater. You eat almost everything we put in front of you (besides watermelon and canteloupe). I count my blessings that you have decided to love food as much as we do. I also have a feeling that you won’t be the kid we will have to ask to clear your plate before you can leave the table. You have to eat everything on your tray before it gets taken away, and then when the tray is gone, you check your bib and high chair for remnants. So funny.
You are pretty much weaning yourself. You no longer take a bottle before bed, so we’re down to two feedings. You’ve made this weaning thing look easy.
Usually you draw a lot of attention wherever we go. This month we went to Boston on a business trip with Dada. We were out and about a lot, and you got lots of attention, but everybody thought you were a boy! It was a little bit frustrating, considering you had at least a pink pacifier clip and a pink stroller the entire time. Really, people? Just because you were dressed in navy or gray didn’t mean you had to be a boy, right? We think you are the prettiest little gal we’ve ever seen, though, and that’s all that matters.
Next month you will turn one, which completely blows my mind. How about you stop growing up for a little while, Sweets?
Loves to you,
Mama & Dada