There is no way you are eleven months old. How is this even possible? Wasn't I just all puffed up with pre-eclampsia like two weeks ago? No? You're really thisclose to celebrating your year birthday?
Seriously, holy crap, kid.
This last month has been a constant challenge to keep up with you, both in chasing you around the room as you crawl at the speed of light and keeping up with your constant developmental changes. Every few days, some new glimpse into your personality comes up. Like the other day when you were in your highchair, and your dad tipped his head to the side and said "Awwww, so cute!" And you responded in kind:
(Thing is, if you give us the "awwww" look and we don't notice right away, you go in for a second tilt, only even deeper, basically leaving you with your nose on your toes. So cute, but looks a little uncomfy.)
Crawling, hanging onto the side of the couch and taking confident steps while you hang on tight, and then even those moments when you venture and try to walk on your own ... we're close to full mobility here, and it's making your chubby legs a little less chubby. (Which has inspired me to start crawling, too. Does that slim-down program work for adults?) And you sprouted your first fang a few weeks ago, and now it's both broken through completely and soon to be followed by several other fangs that are brewing. Your tooth gives you a wise look, like you know things about history and how to make doughnuts.
Other thing is that we're working towards is gearing up for your first round of antibody testing for markers of type 1 diabetes. I know this is a loaded issue for lots of parents who have diabetes and parents who care for a child with diabetes. But in our case, little bird, we're going to deal with this on the peripheral. Your childhood will not be marked by me chasing you around with a meter waiting for the genetic shoe to drop. Since you're already having routine blood work done at your 12 month visit, this is a good, less-intrusive time for that test. We'll keep an eye on things, my friend, but I'm not going to let The Thought dominate my mind.
Next month, you'll mark your first birthday. And seeing how quickly time goes by and how fast you are growing up, I'm reminded by many to appreciate your little baby self, snuggle you while you still want to be snuggled, and tell you I love you every single day. Because I do. So much.
(Also, nice polka dots, kiddo. You rock 'em.)