Just a week late this time.
I can't believe you're eleven months old. I never understood mothers who said that time just flew by. I'm glad I took their advice… I have held you, and cuddled with you, and enjoyed your sweet disposition as much as I possibly can. And I still can't get enough of you.
This month you started to crawl. You've been getting around pretty well army crawling, but I think after spending lots of time with one of your buddies and observing his skills, you've finally decided to crawl and you love it.
You've also been pulling yourself up on all sorts of things and making your way around the living room. You absolutely love to hold on to my fingers (or anyones fingers) and be walked around. I bet you'll be walking soon. But you might just start to run first.
You love all your grandparents and aunts and uncles, and crack up when they play games with you. You like to knock over towers that are built for you, and you enjoy a good board book. You really love to listen to grandpa play the guitar and you're mastering the piano. Or so I've heard.
You recognize grandma and grandpa when we FaceTime with them all the way from California. You squeal and laugh every time you see them.
Your favorite foods recently are still beans of any kind. You like cheerios, chicken, blueberries and egg yolks.
We didn't think you would have any teeth for your first birthday, but you surprised us! Two teeth in a week, and we suspect that you have another pair on the way soon.
You made it eleven months before your first ear infection. But it's here, and you are letting us know that you need lots of cuddles and snuggles to help you through it.
You are the joy of our lives, Ignatius.