Better late than never, right? Because of my horrible tardiness, this is going to be short and sweet – maybe with some bulleted lists thrown in, because that is how I roll.
So, 11 months. This is what you do now:
* Walk. Everywhere.
* You say dog-dog, Mama, Dada, dat (that), hat, and possibly cat, but I am not sure. Dog-dog is your favorite word by far. I cannot even give your inflection justice in written word, but trust me, it is good.
* Fight the sleep with extreme silliness. You think you are HILARIOUS when it is time to go to bed.
* Wave bye bye. It is the cutest, most precious-est thing ever.
* You like to wear things around your neck. Dog leashes, cords, Mr. Potato Head glasses. You try to drape it all around your neck. I am not sure why, it is all very odd.
* Laugh at your brother. He is the only person that can make you laugh super hard. And this makes me very happy.
I also want to be sure to note that your personality is really coming through. You have quite a good sense of humor, and I find that in the moments that I am the most frustrated with you, you do something completely hilarious and I have to laugh. Taking you to Church was something that we were a little weary about. But, on Easter Sunday you really surprised us all. Oh sure, we had to take you out and let you run around, but for the most part you just pointed at things and said, “Dat? Dat?”; threw your head back to check out the artwork on the ceilings; and bumped along to all of the Easter hymns. There was also a point when you thought it was hilarious to grab my lips and smack my face, but we won’t talk about that.
You are tough. You are sweet. You are funny. Overall, I like you very much, and have decided that you can stay with us.
(I promise to write more later for your big birthday month.)
Love,
Mama
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