Yesterday, Sweet Baby, you turned 11 months old.
You are silly. You are adorable. You are brilliant. You are curious. You are assertive. You are sweet. You are strong. You are adventurous. You are mischievous. You are delightful. You are energetic. You are hilarious. You are independent. You are stubborn. You are wild. You are wonderful.
You are the most amazing little person. I love that you belong to me.
Recently, you like to snuggle. You will lay your head on soft toys, Chewie, and us. It only lasts a few seconds. But it's heavenly.
You also give 'kisses.' And, Son, if I'm honest, you linger a little too long and try to stick your tongue in my mouth. It starts to feel a little weird. Sweet, but weird.
You love your animals. You find them endlessly entertaining. And they love you, too, because they are always around.
You love to entertain us. Once you get a laugh, you continue to do the silliest things. Last night you kept crinkling your nose and making these nasally, snorty sounds. You thought you were so funny. And so did we. Little clown.
You are so squirmy, we still make you take baths in your seat. But you don't seem to mind.
Last night Daddy thought it would be fun to pour water on you. Which you actually enjoyed.
You love the swimming pool, too. You are such a water baby.
You're very good at getting around. You can even stand by yourself for a few seconds. It seems you will be walking very soon. Which is not something I'm ready for.
You are also quite a dancer.
We live and breathe for you. We love you so much.