Turning eleven months has not been easy for my dear sweet Tuesday. Most of the day today she looked like this:
Poor thing had the roughest night ever last night. For a grand total of two hours of alone sleeping, or really deep sleep. The rest was restless nursing, back patting, rocking, swaying and trying to keep her comfortable when she spiked a 102 temp. I don't know if it's the teeth, which continue to torture her, or a virus or something. Her fever is gone now and I've finally got her to sleep after two hours of trying. I'd like to remember her turning eleven months more like this:
At 11 months Tuesday is on the brink of walking. She can easily stand with no help, crouch down, pick things up, and get back up with toys in both her hands. However she still has not taken that first step and instead crawls with abandon:
She is able to get to me very quickly now and it is funny to hear her do a fast crawl, especially on the hardwood downstairs, or when she has a toy in one hand.
She is such a people person, loves to make everyone smile and will stare at someone for a while waiting for them to do so. She is starting to get shy around people though, mainly men. She prefers to be held by me or papa when around lots of people and will reach out for us. When lots of people are around she will crawl over to me and pull on my pant leg to be picked up. When she is upset she signs milk, I'm pretty sure she uses it for an all around, "mama I want you" signal, not just for her milky. She seems to prefer her right hand, the one that has the cutest little mark on it:
I feel that she is so on the cusp of everything. The edge of babyhood, almost walking, babbling, grabbing, wanting… I just love the next phase that is coming. Exploring, making, doing. I know she will keep me guessing.
Hopefully she will feel better soon so we can continue on with our adventures. I so love my little sparkle pants, even when I have to call my own mommy at 5:55 in the morning with a plea to come help me!