Baby Boy,
I did not write a post about your eleventh month of life yet! You my son are a big trouble maker; you terrorize the cats trying to crawl after them as fast as your baby self can crawl. Sometimes the kitties cannot put two and two together so you are able to tackle them and give them what we call “baby kitty love” I try to teach you to be gentle to the boys and by in large you give them gentle baby pats. They have had oatmeal baths and yogurt baths from when you lovingly rub food into their fur after escaping from me. We have a little game where you try to crawl away from me pausing to look back and see if I am coming to catch you and laughing hysterically when I scoop you up into my arms. I need to do more baby signs with you as I think you are catching on to much more than I know.
You still don’t like pasta but will eat a whole banana in one sitting, anything else is game as well. Except for green beans which you will promptly pull out of your mouth and throw it across the room. Peekaboo and dancing are two of your favorite games; along with throwing anything you possibly can. You have been babbling a ton. Da da da is the biggest one so far, I keep trying to convince you to say Ma Ma but to no avail. You would rather say Na Na before you say Ma Ma. Silly baby!
I can see your personality shining through, instead of a baby you are becoming a little boy. I want to remember every moment and every snuggle; burning it into my memory forever. Your ridiculous toothy grin smiling back at me, and then promptly smacking me in the face with your tiny baby hand. You are the light of my life Baby Bear.
Always and Forever,
Love,
Mama Bear
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