Hello My Cheeky Little Monkey
And so it is, you are 11 months old. How the hell did that happen? Actually, I’m going to be saying that every months aren’t I?
So it FINALLY happened!! You have teeth. TWO of them! I wrote this last month whining about how you had 0 and then it suddenly just came out of the blue the next week. I’d been looking out for your top two teeth for so long it took me totally by surprise when you bit me one day and I realised one had popped up on your bottom gum. Typical!
So what else has been happening?
Well, you are currently screaming “TaaaaaTaaaaa” repeatedly. You’ve been doing it for days and days and yesterday I went to bed with it echoing in my head!
You’re also learning the art of efficiency. So, somedays, instead of picking things up and putting them in your mouth you worked out it would be far easier to place your mouth directly onto the food. I’ve also caught you doing the same thing with your milk bottle. Why place it to your mouth when you can lift your entire body and place your mouth over the bottle? Hmmm.
The weather forecast excites you to bits. Completely on par with Iggle Piggle. I just don’t get it, but you’ll shout happily and even clap through the while thing. You love it do much we’ve recorded one so you can watch it before you go to bed.
And you know that baby boy down the road, the one that can do everything? You met him for the first time the other day and instantly held your hand out to touch his face (you like doing that!). He was a bit shy and frowned back. I don’t think he felt ready to have his face scratched by you just yet. But I’m sure it’ll come, in time. He is very cute, very round and his eyes light up whenever he sees a bird.
We’ve also started planning your first birthday party! Two of them. When I say planning, I mean I keep texting your daddy with various “menus” and “what do you think if?” type things. He usually replies with “can we not just buy lots of pizza?”. It’s still a work in progress but I’ll definitely buy balloons because I know you love them.
I better go, you’re trying to repeatedly share your dummy with me. Its a lovely thought but tis a bit gross baby.
So, until next time. Mmwah!!