Thanks for 11 Months

Sweet boy, where has the time gone? I blinked my eyes and suddenly you are 11 months old. I know if I actually close my eyes I'll wake up and you'll be 18 and off to college, so I'm trying to keep my eye on you as much as possible. I don't want to miss a thing.


You've spent the better part of the last month advancing your skills in a few choice activities including, walking and standing, eating and talking. You can not walk on your own yet, but this does not stop you from trying. You will be cruising around the furniture and suddenly let go for a moment while you stop to concentrate on something other than your two feet. You are completely unaware of your lack of stability as evidenced by the number of times you fall over and inevitably donk your head on the corner of something hard. The Dad and I usually laugh at your expense, but you know how to pull off the crocodile tears because they get you lots of loves and kisses without fail.


Even though you only have two teeth, you seem to think it's time for corn nuts and hard candy. You don't appreciate the ready-made pureed stuff anymore. You let me know this by spitting it at me. I'm not so sure I'm ready for you to graduate to adult food yet. I was really hoping you would eat Gerber until you were 12 and could fend for yourself. This milestone not only means that I need to figure out how to prepare meals before you go to bed, but that I actually HAVE to plan meals, my least favorite thing in the world. Alas, growing boys need to eat. I will not be a bit surprised if your first words are "What's for dinner?" since The Dad asks this question everyday and you are every bit like The Dad.


Speaking of first words, I think you have figured out that dadada is for "Dad," and "Feed me!" and "Get me out of bed!" and "I love the bath!" This is your word of choice and you use it for most anything. What is really endearing is that you say mama indiscriminately. It sounds more like "mumma," but it is the one word you've reserved just for me and I turn into a gooey mess every time you say it, it's so sweet.


Dear Dubs, not a day goes by that I don't thank the greater powers of the universe for sending you my way. I know you wonder how on earth you got such stupid parents (I know you think this by some of the looks you give me), even so you are such a good boy. We love you so much.