11 Months

Dear Sweet Baby,

How is it possible that you are nearly a year old! You are so awesome. I find myself utterly obsessed with how adorable and wonderful you are. I'm THAT mom. And I don't even care. I want everyone to know how amazing you are.

You are learning and growing so fast. You haven't made any real progress on walking, (just a couple of steps at a time, very rarely) but you are getting so steady at standing. You can stand without holding on to anything for a really long time. You get a look on your face like you're thinking about walking, but then think better of it and decide to crawl instead. I give you about a bazillion kisses a day which has led to your greatest trick yet. One day, we were out walking and I had you in the sling. I was talking to you about what we were doing and said something about "kisses". Imagine my surprise, when you started blowing sweet baby kisses to me! I did it again to make sure, and- sure enough- you know what "Kisses" means! Daddy and I are taking total advantage of this new trick and getting kisses from you as often as we can.

You are eating and sleeping well, though don't talk to me about naps. I said last month that I was going to work on getting you back in your crib for your naps, but that never happened. Partly, I just like snuggling with you now while I can! I know you won't always be a sweet little baby who wants to take naps with Mommy so I'm taking full advantage.

Stacking cups are still your favorite

The time has really flown by and it will be your first birthday before we know it. You are such a cool sweet little guy. Every night, after I've nursed you one last time, I hold you close and say "Mommy loves you so much. You are sweet and smart and beautiful and funny. Mommy and Daddy love you. Grandma and Grandpa love you. You'll go to sleep and have sweet dreams, then you'll wake up and we'll have a wonderful day." Sometimes I wax a bit rhapsodic about how you are the best thing Mommy and Daddy have ever done, etc. etc. if I'm feeling extra cheesy. But it's all true. I mean every word and I want it to soak into that gorgeous head of yours, so I'll say it over and over and over.

I love you, love you, love you.
Mommy