This kid is a pretty fun baby to have around. I think I’ll keep him.
I am so relieved (and somehow sad too) that eleven months marks the beginning of the weaning process. I feel like I am going to have soooo much more freeeeeedom. But then there’s this strange wistful twinge attached to it that I never see coming. The baby of our family is growing out of babydom. Aww, man. It’s been going well though, he drinks moo-milk now at each meal from a sippy cup, and we cut back his mom-milk to four bottles of five ounces each day. It is glorious to be able to leave the big black bag at HOME during the day. It’s the little things, people.
O is still demanding that someone feed him, although hope is right around the corner I can see. On a rare occasion, I’ll see him sneak a bite on his own… but I’m pretty certain he’s learned how to work his parents into bowing down to his every victual need. Watch out baby, I’m on to you.
I’ve got a cuddly bug who still loves to be carried and held. He follows you everywhere around the house, moaning for attention if you don’t give in right away. He makes lots of different sounds, he is pulling up to a standing position (although early on in the month, once he got to standing, he was stuck standing until someone rescued him. WAAAA!)
Olan still loves water and is getting pretty brave in the bathtub. He flips onto his belly and splashes all over. He’s much feistier than Evie was at this age! His favorite toys are balls and balloons by far, although cars seem to be of a particular interest lately too. He is also actually starting to turn pages in books and sitting still enough to read a whole book with me. YAY!
He’s such a sweet thing – sleeps from 7:30-6:00ish each night, still rocking the 18 month clothes, size 3 diaper, short morning nap and the two hour afternoon one. Can’t complain about this guy, he’s just the best! Twelve months, here we come!