Double Ones!
Seriously. How can this be true? Buddance, you are eleven months old today.
ELEVEN.
That is one month less than a year, and that is unreal. Everyday is better than the last and each day brings a new change that makes being your Momma a little better. Your vibrant personality is emerging more everyday and the joy I get from seeing you start to understand little jokes and anticipate Daddy's tickles is beyond compare. The other night as Daddy was trying to finish some work at the dining room table, you thought it would be fun to walk up to Daddy, poke him, wait for him to look up, dissolve into giggles, quickly act as though you were going to walk away, but instead walk in a large circle back towards Daddy and start the entire process all over again.
While the above scenario took place using my fingers the entire time, there are times that you don't need to rely on me get around, but Buddance, you don't believe that is true quite yet. Lately when I ask you to "walk to Momma", you will turn around, look at me and grin, then get down on all fours and crawl over to me. This used to not be the case. A week ago I could ask the same question and you would hesitantly turn around and lunge towards me, perhaps taking a few steps in the process. We'll have to work back up your former abilities. Walking on your own is not something to be afraid of, and in fact, most people I know who can walk on their own rather like it.
Okay. So your walking skills haven't flourished as of yet, but your kissing skills have (if you read that 12 years from now I have a feeling you will be thoroughly embarrassed). As you were getting ready for bed the other evening, you stood positioned at your dresser, feet spread apart in your little baby stance, and used a drawer to hold yourself up. I sat on one side of you, and Daddy sat on the other side. All of a sudden you leaned over to me and your little mouth formed the open 'O', your sign for kiss. I gave you a kiss as requested, and then you turned to Daddy and did the same thing. Afterwards, you turned back to me and asked for another kiss, then back to Daddy, this back and forth went on for a little while longer and the whole time it was happening I wasn't sure my heart was going to be able to handle the sweetness. You are such a loving kid, and I know I sometimes give you a hard time about your constant squirming and your ceaseless energy, but I wouldn't have it any other way and inside your crazy baby body is enough cuteness to charm the pants off a pantless man, which would be no easy feat, trust me.
Oh my. I can't believe I am weeks away from writing about your one YEAR mark. These last 11 months have been some of the most rewarding, happiest, hardest, and best months of my life.
Thank you for you Buddance. Thank you. I love you so much.
ELEVEN.
That is one month less than a year, and that is unreal. Everyday is better than the last and each day brings a new change that makes being your Momma a little better. Your vibrant personality is emerging more everyday and the joy I get from seeing you start to understand little jokes and anticipate Daddy's tickles is beyond compare. The other night as Daddy was trying to finish some work at the dining room table, you thought it would be fun to walk up to Daddy, poke him, wait for him to look up, dissolve into giggles, quickly act as though you were going to walk away, but instead walk in a large circle back towards Daddy and start the entire process all over again.
While the above scenario took place using my fingers the entire time, there are times that you don't need to rely on me get around, but Buddance, you don't believe that is true quite yet. Lately when I ask you to "walk to Momma", you will turn around, look at me and grin, then get down on all fours and crawl over to me. This used to not be the case. A week ago I could ask the same question and you would hesitantly turn around and lunge towards me, perhaps taking a few steps in the process. We'll have to work back up your former abilities. Walking on your own is not something to be afraid of, and in fact, most people I know who can walk on their own rather like it.
Okay. So your walking skills haven't flourished as of yet, but your kissing skills have (if you read that 12 years from now I have a feeling you will be thoroughly embarrassed). As you were getting ready for bed the other evening, you stood positioned at your dresser, feet spread apart in your little baby stance, and used a drawer to hold yourself up. I sat on one side of you, and Daddy sat on the other side. All of a sudden you leaned over to me and your little mouth formed the open 'O', your sign for kiss. I gave you a kiss as requested, and then you turned to Daddy and did the same thing. Afterwards, you turned back to me and asked for another kiss, then back to Daddy, this back and forth went on for a little while longer and the whole time it was happening I wasn't sure my heart was going to be able to handle the sweetness. You are such a loving kid, and I know I sometimes give you a hard time about your constant squirming and your ceaseless energy, but I wouldn't have it any other way and inside your crazy baby body is enough cuteness to charm the pants off a pantless man, which would be no easy feat, trust me.
Oh my. I can't believe I am weeks away from writing about your one YEAR mark. These last 11 months have been some of the most rewarding, happiest, hardest, and best months of my life.
Thank you for you Buddance. Thank you. I love you so much.
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