I am a little late in commemorating your 11th month. Remember when I said I thought that double digits had something in store for us? I meant full nights of sleep. Couldn’t have been further from the truth.
We’ve been busy. I am sure that you probably have noticed that I’ve been burning the candle at both ends. Burning the midnight oil. I’ve been up all hours of the night and waking before sunrise. We have been busy mastering new milestones and developmental goals and continuing to make a mouthful of shark fangs.
You are growing by leaps and bounds. You are thinning out and slowly shedding your baby fat, if that is even possible. Long lean arms are slowly replacing your little chubby sausage link arms. You are using your new arms to pull yourself up, to feed yourself, to share your food with mama and dada, to stack and sort and pull your toys, to turn the pages of your favorite board books…and so much more.
You are inquisitive and curious and spend your days exploring your surroundings. You can be found standing at the front door watching the world go by, crawling on the grass in the yard or attempting to toddle through the living room.
We spend our days reading board books, stacking and sorting toys, clapping hands, singing songs and occasionally taking naps. You are understanding cause and effect and enjoy throwing your sippy cup and feeding the dog all of your gluten free spinach puffs from your high chair.
You struggle to understand the cause and effect of sleepless days and nights. Neither one of us is very happy during these times. Let’s work on changing that and making sleep a solid part of our routine. I’m pretty much over the 4 am wake up calls and the all night partying happening between the hours of 11pm and 5am, k?
The last year has been surreal. I still marvel at watching the transition from babyhood into toddlerhood and still can’t believe that I have a soon to be 12 month old.
Love you around the world and back. To the moon and back.