Eleven months old yesterday, and getting even harder to photograph with the birthday cat.
An assistant even had to be called in this time! M just wanted to jump off that chair.
Stats: roughly 18 or 19 lbs (from the very unscientific weigh myself, then weigh self plus baby method), still in 9-12 month clothes, two teeth in on the bottom, one waiting in the wings on top, and as of today…stands for a few seconds without support. She has been pulling up for a while, and stands a lot, but today was the first day she let go—stood for a bit, fell, and did it twice more before losing interest.
Hair a bit scruffy, but I cannot bear to cut it yet, so most days we make do with a little clip.
She is a crawling, playing machine. Leave her alone for a few seconds, and a whole shelf of the bookshelf is unloaded. Take her to the park, and her entire tush is quickly covered in woodchips, and she is carefully piling them up (and eating them as well).
Still not quite able to play with C (or perhaps it is C who cannot play with her?) but we did attempt a tea party the other day. M not sure what to do with the teapot lid, but quite familiar with spoons.
The downside is that M pretty much wants to destroy all the complicated things that C builds, eat the tiny bits that C leaves behind, or pull C’s hair. Kinda ruins the togetherness moments.
Sleep wise…[long sigh]. We have changed things up twice recently, so that now M is napping in the jogging stroller three mornings a week when I run (I was running post nap, which would mean that she would fall asleep at the end for 15 minutes, ruining the afternoon nap) and that is going well. The other change was just yesterday, so no ideas on efficacy yet—with Daylight Saving Time, changed bedtime from 5:30 to 7, in an effort to all eat dinner together (and hopefully encourage some later morning sleeping…) The worst bit is still the afternoon nap—attempts to move her into the crib for this nap have resulted in little 10 minute naps. ARGH. Someday, right?
On the talking front, M is super babbley. Says something that sounds a lot like “mama” or at least “maaaaa” and is used in mostly appropriate situations. Also says something a lot like “baby”, seemingly in reference to herself. Not sure I am really ready to call these words yet though.
M is really getting into feeding herself, so the search for appropriate finger foods has begun. She is very, very excited to eat whatever I am eating, so a few breadcrumbs and tiny bits of apple have been attempted. She bounces in her seat for barley teething biscuits. Os are another huge favorite. Cheese and yogurt pass, cottage cheese is a no go. Pureed veggies have been falling out of favor, especially in the green family. She is even eager to try feeding herself with the spoon.
In case you haven’t been able to tell from the other pictures, she is also a huge fan of Daddy. Crawls over to his office if you take an eye off of her, works her way over to his side of the bed in the morning, and loves to collapse against him, arms spread wide, for hugs any time. The feeling may be mutual.