You are now eleven months old. You have certainly grown a lot in the past three months. You have discovered the benefits of having not one, but two pets. You are very excited to see Kyaha and Paris every morning. You squeal with delight as you speed crawl to them. They are usually relaxing on the couch from their very exhausting jobs as the lazy family pets when you reach them. You then take your tiny little hand and WHAP them on their head, mouth, back or leg. Which ever body part is closest to you. They then look to me as if I have control over the torture you are giving them, and then they peacefully stand up and move to the very inside of the couch where your little arm just can’t reach. You will then move on to the next victim in the house which is usually one of the kitchen chairs. You will smack the heck out the chair until you are completely exhausted.
You really like to move furniture all over the house. You moved the kitchen chairs around with such purpose and direction, it’s really quite cute. It’s as if I haphazardly placed our furniture in the most awkward places and you are doing me a BIG favor by rearranging the furniture to be “Feng Shui”. Why would your dad and I want the kitchen chairs at the table? The middle of the room is much more balanced. Maybe you will grow up to become a Professional Mover or an Interior Decorator.
You now have 4 teeth. They are so cute! I brush them for you every night as part of your bed time routine and you LOVE to get them brushed. You smile and giggle when I pull out your toothbrush and toothpaste. You four little teeth love to chomp down on the following foods: strawberries, bananas, grapes, kiwi, bread, and graham crackers. Your dad has introduced cookies and chocolate to you and you are a baby after his own heart, you love sugar! I guess this makes him your “sugar daddy” and you his “sugar baby”.
You feel compelled to clap your hands for everything. If I say, “Hi, Hannah!” you clap your hands. If I say, “How are you doing, Hannah?” You clap your hands. When I ask, “Did you poop your diaper?” or “Do you want to take a nap?” You also clap your hands. It is adorable. Quite frankly, I really appreciate your enthusiasm.
You were given a crib a few weeks ago. Now that we have a crib, all of us (including you) are wondering how we lived without it for so long. You have been in a Pack n’ Play for 10 months and now you have graduated to the “Rolls Royce” of sleeping comfort for babies . . . a crib. Your dad and I don’t complain about the aches and pains in our backs because we no longer have to reach ALL THE WAY down to the ground to pick up all 20 pounds of you. The mattress in your crib is much bouncier than the mattress in your Pack n’ Play. This is one of your favorite things about this bed. You can get much more “air” as your jump up and down on the mattress. This is your way of letting us know your are up and awake.
You LOVE books, mostly because they are made of paper, and paper is one of your favorite foods. You would consume an entire book for lunch if I let you. You get quite possessive of your books when you realize I am taking them away and you definitely let me know that the books are yours. The little paper you do eat, is something you cherish. I know by the smile on your face that paper tastes like chocolate. That is a disturbing thought. You are smart though,you clearly know that avocado is not chocolate cake. I mean, I know that, but I have been around a lot longer than you. A few days ago you were eating some avocado for lunch and I thought I would have a slice of chocolate cake. As soon as you saw the cake on my plate, that was the END of the avocado. You pursed your lips so tight when I tried to squeeze even the smallest bite of avocado into your mouth, but you loudly BEGGED for a bite of the chocolate cake and would not let up until your little mouth was busy savoring the chocolate. You can thank your dad for introducing chocolate cake to you. As Bill Cosby said once, “Dad is great, he gave us chocolate cake!” But remember who really gave you chocolate cake, ME!! YOUR MOM!!! Not your dad. Glad to have that cleared up.
This next topic kind of stinks, but I think it needs to be addressed. In the next few years when you are stinking up the bathroom, the memory of your “non smelly” poopie diapers will be a distant memory. That’s right, your poop doesn’t stink. We had heard rumors, and been warned, that when you started on real food, your diapers would stink so bad we would constantly light matches just to tolerate the stench. Well, your dad and I have come to the conclusion that a diet high in fruit doesn’t make your poop smell. This really isn’t a problem for us, only that we never know when you need to have your diaper changed! Now you have us checking your diaper every 20 minutes just to see if you need a diaper change. I sort of miss the days when your poopie diapers smelled like buttered popcorn. Those where in the days when you were only breastfeed. At the grocery store a few days ago, I found myself checking your diaper because I was sure you had pooped. As I turned around, I realized I was standing in the buttered popcorn aisle!
You just started walking! This is so exciting to us! You have taken a grand total of 12 steps at one time. We are careful not to blow on you so you won’t fall over. You love to stand out on the patio and walk around the perimeter holding on to the fence. You talk very directly and authoritatively as you stick your hand between the slats, addressing the driveway.
You will be a year old before we know it. My, how this time has flown! We can’t imagine living without you and can’t remember life before you joined our family. You are such a wonderful addition, we love you so much!