He's almost there. I am now on official countdown to my precious pigeon pea turning one year old. I've been feeling really sad lately. He's just as wonderful and quirky as ever, but he's becoming a big boy. His physical abilities have been quickly developing this past month. He's so strong. Opinionated. And he just LOOKS like he's no longer a baby. I'm just glad that I've literally taken photos of him almost every day of his life so when I'm 60 I can sit down with my oatmeal and my laptop and cry the happy cry.
Yeah, like I said. Shits been gettin real lately.
My 11 Month Old is Amazing Because. . .
~ He can army crawl.
~ He can sit up on his own.
~ He can tumble from one end of the room to the other in seconds flat.
~ He can clap his hands.
~ He can pull up (assisted) on things.
~ He can stand (assisted) for long periods of time.
~ He can squat from a standing position and push himself back up.
~ Has the use of many words. Mama, Dada, Kitty, Bottle, Hi, and No. (in kid speak)
~ Is learning to eat table food with much more success. Favorites of which are blueberry pancakes and scrambled egg yolks.
~ Understands and obeys the command "No". Dude, he obeys it!
~ Likes to put things up on the table, or into a container.
~ Initiates peek a boo play.
~ Sleeps 11 hours every night and never needs us to come to his aid till it's time to get up for the day.
~ Loves his shape sorter toy, even if it does bring on fits of rage because he can't get it right on the first try every time.
~ I just had to give him another haircut. That's the 3rd one, y'all.
11 Months Owl!
Update: A trip to the Dr due to diaper rash that won't go away has revealed our Pud to now weigh 22 pounds 5 ounces!