Buddy is building his strength more and more every day. Today he rolled and minimally pulled/scooted his way around our bedroom floor. I find that when I want to have him practice moving, I need to take him out of his room where there are too many toys and books distracting him. He rolled himself over to the full length mirror/closet doors and talked to himself quite a bit. He rolled himself over to the bedroom door and was fascinated with moving it back and forth, back and forth. He wants to move like a “big boy,” I can sense it. And while I am cheering him on to catch up with his peers, there is a little piece of my heart that wants him to stay small.
How we prayed for him to grow, grow, grow… and now, already, just eleven and a half months in, I want time to slow down.
I find the moments I most want to keep are the ones I most likely won’t get on film.
Baby feet swinging from the seat of the grocery cart.
Hiccups after crying in his crib for someone to come pick him up.
Sticky oatmeal-covered fingers in his hair, his eyebrows, his nose from day one of trying out a spoon.
Unrestrained giggles as we “zubba” his belly, arms, and cheeks.
Having my hair pulled, not out of malice, but out of curiousity and the laughter that escapes his mouth when Mama says, “Ouch!”
Middle of the night wake-up calls – the easy ones – where a full belly and a snuggle is repaid with sweet baby snores.
Eleven months old is my favorite age … so far.
May 18, 2010 at 6:10 am
I love this post! And I agree… this age is by far my favorite so far too!
May 18, 2010 at 10:42 am
Mine too! And I LOVE that picture…talk about a deep sleep!
May 18, 2010 at 11:33 am
All the ages are sweet, but especially so were those final months of the first year. So animated, so curious, so happy and so sweet. God bless little boys!
Stopping by from Tuesdays Unwrapped!
May 18, 2010 at 1:34 pm
When Mia was born a friend of ours, who has a daughter 9 months older, said, “Every month, we think that this one has been our favorite…and then comes the next month and we change our minds.” It’s true that at this stage, every month brings so many changes and a little bit more of an emerging personality.
Having said that, we’re currently going through a tantrum stage at our house. So I may not look back and say 13 months was my favorite age
Enjoy your little man!
May 18, 2010 at 6:15 pm
When my first one was born, my mom told me something I am finding to be so true. Just when you think, “This is the best stage”, there comes a new one…and it’s even better than before.