Happy yo 11!
Wait...that's from craps...
Seriously, Happy 11 months, little buddy.
The sleep really has gotten better in the last few weeks, although there are plenty of nights that you get your mom out of bed 3 - 5 times. Those nights do not make for pleasant mornings.
In other news, you had your first Thanksgiving out of the womb and it went pretty well. Now that you are officially the youngest member of both sides of the family tree, you get plenty of attention. Your birthday the day after Christmas is sure to be a test of that theory, as most everyone is going to be partied and holidayed out, but for Turkey day you were a big hit.
So back to the happy stuff - you have become much more mobile in the last few weeks and you have learned to wave - it is still adorable, every single time it happens, when you see me walk into the room and you sit up and wave at me. I can't even imagine what it will be like when you can talk (at least for that short window that you can talk but haven't yet learned to be ironic or sarcastic....)
We need to shoot more film, but this moment catches a lot of what was special about this month:
I love you so much, little Man. One year is coming up so fast, and you and I need to come up with a plan for how to deal with your mom realizing her little baby boy is growing up!
Monday, November 7, 2011
Maybe it was Jessica's threat of Ferbering, maybe it was the public shame the prior blog post, maybe it was the universe recognizing that the Time Had Come...but our little man has strung together a mostly consecutive series of nights sleeping 5+ hours at a time!