|The Bear Series: 11 months|
My dear little boy,
You are 11 months old, my son, and seem to be developing now at breakneck speed. You still weigh a little over 18 pounds, and now sport 5 teeth. Thankfully, the sleep regression that I found so taxing last month seems to have ended, and you have slipped back into your normal habit of several brief night wakings that rarely last more than a few minutes. In desperation as we rode out those nights of broken sleep, I tried putting you in a crib, but we were both miserable and have reverted to a mattress on the floor. This is brilliant because sometimes you wake from a nap, crawl off your bed and spend 20-30 happy minutes playing completely independently. I love watching you play in the video monitor, guided by nothing more than your own curiosity.
This month you dialed in the pulling to stand thing, though you still use your upper body strength to haul yourself up from your knees, leveraging yourself off the top of your feet. It doesn't seem the most efficient of methods, but you're getting along quite well. We recently installed some toy cubby shelves in your room and you love pulling up on these and emptying the entire contents onto the floor. If I try to restore a sense of order whilst you are still in the room, it's like some kind of comedy sketch where I'm working as fast as possible to stay ahead of your unstoppable drive to recreate the chaos.
|The last ever pacifier photo|
I mourn the passing of the pacifier, as it is a clear indicator that you are growing out of your infancy and my last baby is properly becoming a little boy. We've got one more month together before I go back to work, and spending time with you is getting to be really fun. So I'm going make the most of it baby boy, before you aren't my little baby anymore.
I love you with all my heart,