But, apparently, it is. My baby is eleven months old today. Wow. And what a big boy he is becoming.
While you haven't jumped into anything really new this month, sweet boy, it is getting more and more evident what a little person you're growing into. You wave at anyone and everyone - even at pictures on the computer! - and you give the biggest grins you can manage. You're quite the people person, sir! (Except, of course, when we're trying to get you to be friendly to someone. Only on your own time, huh? Ha ha!)
You're also getting quite adept at climbing through the smallest spaces to get to where you want to be, like under our chairs and barstools and side tables. I wonder how long it will take you to figure out how to get back out of those spaces...
You've gotten your first haircut and climbed your first set of stairs (at Aunt Nikki's house). You love broccoli and applesauce and hate when either Mama or Daddy use the bathroom with the door closed. You love to crawl under the desk and can reach through the child-proofed doors to the entertainment center to take out Daddy's coins and Grandpa's pocket watch. You love banging on anything and everything. You're slowly making your way out of twelve month clothing and moving into eighteen month things. You're not so crazy about diaper changes but love getting your teeth brushed. You've got the greatest grin in the world and you make life more wonderful than your daddy or I could ever have imagined.
Happy Eleven Months, Andrew James! We love you!
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