11 months

Bound and determined to stay on top of things this month...
This child is busy. I was recently at work and a coworker had brought her 9 month boy to work with her. He literally sat in his stroller quietly for at least 45 min straight playing with one toy.
And that was it folks. That's when I realized that there is nothing of the lazy, content and calm personality that I hear I possessed when I was a baby. Nope, it definitely seems that this boy is all hubby. Folks, I am really in for it.

But why does he have to be so darn cute?

Do you know how hard it is to stay mad at a face like this?

Or this?

In other news...yes, I am well aware that my son needs a hair cut. However, I am stubbornly resolved to push that off until after his first birthday, which is approaching painfully quickly.
I almost changed my mind after an embarassing episode yesterday. I was leaving for the store and quickly and thoughtlessly put a hair clip in his hair because I didn't have time to style it and I'm tired of it being in his eyes. "I sure hope I don't run into anybody I know...I can just pretend he's a girl and nobody will no better." I'm sure you can guess how this story ends.

Anyways, the powers that be say that around this age, babies should be pointing for things they want.
Check.

Using their pincer grasp well.
Check.

Drinking from a cup.
Check. (If you don't add "without spilling" as a qualifying statement)

Standing and cruising.
Double Check.

I sure wish shoveling massive amounts of foods into already bulging cheeks was on that list because he excels in that department.

He also excels at taking off his socks. So now, even though he is not walking, his little feet are shod in cute shoes all the time.

And so it is. Me and my little Levi-man, surviving in the house together. It's going to be a LONG winter I think. And most days will end like this...eagerly waiting for Daddy to come home.

This child is moving more, eating more, weighing more and sleeping LESS. NOOOOOO!!!!!

I love my crazy, hyper-active, adventurous little son to bits.

But some days, I just miss my weightless, sweet, immobile, sleepy little newborn :)