My Darling Girl,
You are 11 months old, and my life is 11 months the sweeter. I have been ill-prepared to deal with the bittersweet life that is being a mother! You grow and learn and my heart soars and drops all at once. To think you’ll be a year next month…
You have two main modes of existing during the day:
Apparently, we can thank your Dad for your hangry behavior. Your Gigi said he was the exact same way as a baby.
You love to pull up onto everything right now. Toys, chairs, Mom, Dad, tables, stools, cupboards, boxes, if it’s in your reach you’re pulling up. You cruise around a little bit, but I think we have a few months before you’re walking. Your favorite food is chicken, and your favorite toy is the Zany Zoo Cube (pictured below) on loan from our sweet friends Ben and Erin.
One of my favorite things you’re doing right now is that you’ll hand me whatever it is you have at moment whether it be your pacifier, toys, or beloved puffs with the biggest of grins on your face. In those moments, I’m reminded how truly sweet you are. Another one is sleepy morning cuddles. You’ll wake up like a little alarm clock at 6:20 most mornings, I’ll nurse you, and then a lot of times we just snuggle and fall right back to sleep. I will treasure those moments… having you tucked in my arms close to my chest with your downy hair tickling my chin. I can’t think of a much better way to wake up. And I can’t forget the blessed 6 o’clock hour… you’re typically done with dinner but you’re not quite ready to wind down for bed. You, me and your Dad play like it’s going out of style. So many giggles, so many games of hide and seek, and so many smiles. Many times either your Dad or I have to remind ourselves that we need to calm down and get ready for bed because we’re having so much fun.
You are my treasure, Isla Rose.