California

These days

Me:

stepping on Scattered trails of Cheerios. Everything pulled out of place. Messy wet hair and a no makeup face. Ever growing piles of laundry. Tripping over toys. Watching your every move. Worrying if you are eating enough. 

You:

Banging on doors and windows and anything else you can reach. Opening every cabinet. Trying to put everything in your mouth and getting mad when I say no. Learning that you easily get upset but just as easily become happy again. 

11 months

Holy cow. Only four more weeks of babyhood and then you are a toddler. Be still my heart.

Height 

Weight

Diaper size 3 

Clothing 9-12 months 

Still 6 teeth

Love getting in to everything. 

Pulls up on couch

Can stand by yourself sometimes 

Love to sing 

You don't sit still so I can paint your toes anymore. 

Your hair is starting to curl at the ends and is a sandy blonde color. 

You can climb stairs and are pretty good at following directions. 

You put bracelets on your wrist and look at me and smile. So Girly. 

You've taken the 3 and 4 plane rides of your life, you little jet setter. 

You love puppies. 

You refuse to hold your own bottle for feeding but will hold your sippy cup. 

You don't really like baby food anymore and always want what I'm eating.

First angels game