The Eleventh Hour (11 Months)

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Hello?  Is anybody there?  I hope you’ll stick with me here.

Since my last published post I have…

Moved (Just 40 minutes from where we were before. Not to another state!)

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 Entered back into the work world at a new job (They have been SO accommodating to my breastfeeding.  I have a private room and small fridge to use when I pump.)

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Started Grayson in Daycare, the longest I’ve been away from him during his first ten months of life (I found his passy in my purse while I was at work, and it almost brought tears.)

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Last, but not least, I’ve been sipping… or… chugging many, many cups of coffee to survive.

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More about here and there and in between some other time…  This post is about my ELEVEN month old baby boy!

He has two bottom teeth and a top one halfway through.  He pulls up, stands, and crawls on anything he can.  He opens cabinets and drawers. He sleeps through the night and is super dramatic when he’s tired.  He makes up noises and movements that are hilarious and adorable.  He laughs often, and makes others laugh too.  He loves bath time and water.  His favorite things to do during bath time are trying to catch the water while it runs from the faucet and “swimming” (sliding) back and forth in the tub.  It’s one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen him do! (And that’s saying a lot because I think almost everything he does it cute.  You know this by now.)  Last, but not least, he is done with the passy.  I didn’t have to wean him off of it.  He just started throwing it one day when I tried to put it in his mouth.  He pulls it out every time I try to give it to him.  Just like that, he is done!

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Grayson discovered the empty cabinet was a fun place to play while we were moving.

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My baby and I on a fro-yo date

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Did I forget to mention that he can drive now?

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My favorite fishy!

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Here we are at our dear friend’s wedding.  (Why I am leaning like that I do not know.)

I have been so busy I’ve barely had time to breathe.  Grayson woke up a little before 5 am this morning, on a Saturday I might add, and I took the opportunity to sip my coffee, sit, and write.  (Hence the title “The Eleventh Hour”, because this post is being published late, late, late.  Gotta love my play on words, you know.)  The business isn’t bad.  It’s simply an adjustment, so I’m learning to breathe.

As I’m writing this, it’s really sinking in…  My baby boy is almost one YEAR old.  Let the party planning begin!  (Actually, it began months ago because, well, that’s me.)

Happy eleven months of life, Grayson!  I love you more every month every hour every minute.

One Reply to “The Eleventh Hour (11 Months)”

  1. Grayson will treasure all these memories later in his life. You are awesome!

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