Three days ago (I am late!), you turned exactly 11 months old. 11 is such a funny number. It is so close to 12, to your one year mark, that parties are being planned and invites will be sent out soon. That being said, 11 is still one whole month away from 12, and I am going to make sure each and every day of the next 31 are savored, enjoyed and celebrated. We have spent the last 11 months as a set. Very rarely did we stray far from each other and lately we have led much more independent lives. Our time apart is about to increase drastically and I am really going to miss the everyday you. That being said, I am so excited that just like me, you are starting out on a new adventure come September too. Some days you will get to experience what it is like to be one of 5 kids, and others you will get to experience what it is like to be the center of attention every second of the day...neither situation have you had much of for the past 11 months!
This past month, we were fortunate enough to spent 17 wonderful days in Florida. The first 8 were spent together as a family of 3 and the next 10 were spent with your Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles and Cousins, all of whom love you so much. As seems to be your trend, you surprised me during this trip. I went in with little to no expectations of you, considering I knew the demands Disney World can put on a kid, never mind a baby, and you exceeded and surpassed them all. You honestly were a dream, pretty much from day one to day seventeen. You were happy & content on the plane rides (although in need of constant entertainment...but we will take that any day over screaming!), happy to be in your stroller to nap (even if it was only for half and hour or so a day), and a dream sleeper. You seemed to like the rides you went on like Dumbo, Whinnie the Poo, and the African Safari and watched intently at all the lights and movement. Throughout the week, your Dad and I talked a lot about how it would be the next time we came to Disney with our family and how fun it will be to see you as excited as your cousins were to see Buzz and Woody, Handy Manny and all the other characters roaming around the parks. You are going to love it, and we are going to love watching you enjoy every minute.
Our 17 days away proved to be quite a developmental leap for you as well. You are now a super fast crawler and have added pulling up on anything and everything, climbing stairs, and standing on your own for a second or two to your repertoire. Our house is now your playground and you are exploring every single inch of it. Doors are now closed during the day in order to keep your mischievous ways in check. You seem to have some kind of radar that lets you know when the mud room door is open as your beeline for it instantly and spend your time in there spilling Jake's water bowl and playing with the water cooler...both of which are awesome to clean up. You are getting pretty brave and have no problem taking chances in order to reach whatever you are after. I love how tough you are. You hit your head on something about 47 times a day. You pinch your fingers in one of the kitchen drawers about 24 times a day. 99% of those injuries you take like a champ. You are easily convinced that you are ok and and on your way to something else before a tear drops. You are also a very independent player...something I love to watch. If I could be in your head for one hour, I would choose the hour that you play with your farm. You seemingly have some sort of method where you put all the animals in the barn, and then get them all out. This is repeated for a solid hour. Whatever keeps you happy.
You now have 4 top teeth and 2 bottom teeth with more coming each and every week. And let me tell you, your two front teeth are huge! I did not know babies could have such massively huge teeth. Not only huge too, those things are sharp! Since you love to pick up anything and everything and put it in your mouth, inevitably throughout the day I must retrieve things that you have no business on chewing. Think rocks, bottle caps, earrings, you know, really baby friendly stuff. Prying your jaw open and jamming my finger in to fish whatever it is out is a constant gamble as I am fairly sure at some point you will actually bite my finger right off. The other day I somewhat considered giving you one of Jake's bones just to file those things down a bit. No wonder you cry when you bite your own finger...
We have a growing list of strange things Colin has eaten and this month the major addition was an entire tube of lip gloss. I know, I know, I should be watching you better but the vacuum was going (I'm sure by now you know my love of vacuuming), and my mind was elsewhere. I was slightly worried at first, however quickly realized that a toxic lip gloss would probably not be a very good seller and relaxed and enjoyed your menthol freshness for the rest of the day.
You and I have major food standoffs at meal time now. I wouldn't necessarily call you a picky eater, but you definitely prefer to feed yourself now. Dropping things on the floor has also become part of your repertoire. When you refuse vegetables I simply say "ok, I can wait" and I sit there for a few seconds before trying again. This frustrates you and usually you give in and I win. My make shift "discipline" when you throw stuff of the floor consists of turning your high chair around to face the wall. You do not like this. I spent the entire 10 seconds you are turned around wondering if you have any clue what I am trying to do. It's a fun game.
Today, for the first time ever, I looked at you and did not see a baby. I all of a sudden felt like you looked so different. So grown up. There have been many new stories lately that involve tragedy and children. So many in fact that I have been brought to tears over the cruelty and mistreatment of helpless children.
I cannot and will not let myself imagine ever losing you as I would search the world over for you. I am so thankful to have you here, to have your giggles and yells echo through the house, the noise of your life in my ears, my little man, my bubaloo.
Love you to the moon and back x11.
Love,
Mama
xoxo
