11 months: A Roundup

August 18, 2016

Dear Baby,

What. The. Fuck.

Can this really be the last month before you turn one? Is it really happening?

Right now you are standing in your crib singing showing off your 4 teeth and holding your little stuffed koala. So yes, all signs point to you being a big girl. 

So again:

What. The. Fuck. 

How did 11 months go by so fast? How did my tiny baby who barely knew where her feet were turn into this girl who is playing an imagination game with her stuffed animals?

How did this tiny person who would only sleep on mom for so many months become someone who can sooth herself and sleep?

At 11 months you have become even funnier and more amazing than you ever were. You greet us in the morning with a game of peek-a-boo, you love playing the game of “where’s your” (fill in the blank- so far you only know your nose, head and tummy but we are working on it), you love to point at different things (trees and fans are a real favourite) and you demand to know what they are. 

You love dancing and climbing on stuff and your passionate love affair with that activity centre that sings is still going strong. 

But your most notable 3 traits that we keep see growing are your love of music, love of laughter and your voice. 

Baby, you really love music. Your only toys right now either make music or are instruments and they delight you. Music class delights you. Frankly, everything delights you. You sing, you shake, you grove and more than one music teacher has commented to me on your reaction and attention to music. 

You love to laugh. This is unsurprising because we do too. There is a lot of laughter in our house but none better than yours. 

And in between laughing and singing you can usually be found talking or just yelling. It is in this way that you read exactly like your dad. You will not go unheard. You are loud and and you are a part of every conversation around you. Sure, you can’t speak but you’ll be damned if you’re letting anyone talk without you. 

It’s amazing. 

You are amazing. 

I can’t even believe how every day it seems like it couldn’t possibly ever get any better and then the next day, it does. 

Stilli have to say:

What. The. Fuck. 

I can’t believe it is our final month of you as a baby. Toddler sounds fucking crazy to me. Right?

Know this my 11 month old wonder, your mom loves you madly and you are delighting and delighted. 

Now, let’s have a long slow month because I don’t think I can take it if this month goes by as fast as the rest. 



11 months: A Roundup

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