Eleven Months

Height: 27in? Maybe?
Weight: 17lbs 6oz

Grady at 11mo
David at 11mo

She is 11mo old as of Tuesday.  She is a sweet thing.  I will call what she does crawling, but it's massively inefficient. It's part army crawl part peg leg, but she gets there.

She pulls up to a stand if the object is low enough.  And if she feels like it.  If you hold her hands she will take steps.

She still only has the bottom two teeth.

She sleeps great.  Has for a while.  She had been known to wake up after a couple hours of sleeping and I'm ignoring that now.  Sorry sweets.  Night night.

She hates strangers.  And really only likes mommy.  She cries endlessly for babysitters.  It's exhausting.  Thankfully she doesn't cry like that for her daddy.  And hasn't done that with Uncle Brian.  But he hasn't watched her since the separation anxiety really kicked in to overdrive so who knows what she would do.

I have her eating solids.  It's bizarre to go from nursing before giving solids because you don't want them to fill up on anything but milk to now (as I start to wean) where I give solids and then milk.  I've dropped to four feedings officially.  She eats the same meals as the boys and then puree's to top her off.  She doesn't eat a ton of the table foods but she likes it.

She still saves her best smiles for her brothers.

Her favorite thing is bath time and splashing in the tub.  She likes that the boys give her toys and splash with her.  She loves being included.

She claps a lot.  Loves patty cake.  Playing with the tupperware.  Babbling.  She says Grady's name.  She shouts something at David but I don't hear a word yet.

Her favorite part of the day is bedtime routine.  She knows exactly what to expect.  When I stand up and take her to her room she shouts back at David.  It's adorable.

I think she should be moving more but she isn't.  I work with her and that's all I can do.  Give them every opportunity, right.

Eleven months.  Almost a year.  I blinked.