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:

Yesterday morning I had the smart idea to have my camera all ready for when Tutu woke up as I find her still sleepy face quite cute:

She happily obliged me and let me take some pictures of her goofiness:

And mine I suppose. 

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.

(her face is a little chapped from the cold, the house is very dry with the heat on constantly).

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! 
  
 

 

Tutu continues her bout with teething. I continue my bout with not sleeping. But I wanted to share some more photos of my trip, before the spirit of Aloha completely gets replaced by the spirit of Christmas. 

 

nursing on the beach… hello best place to nurse ever. Yes please.

check out the reflection in Sciarrino's glasses.

 

Ah good times. Now back to tutu, then maybe sleep? If you know me and you are likely to call tomorrow I would advice against any time before ten (mom that means you). 
     

 

Taken after the fifth waking tonight. Poor little sparkle pants is teething something terrible. It's only just midnight. No time for mama to do anything crafty. But I want to remember 

Late nights just us, snuggled up and happy getting milky.

Coming to the crib, barely awake Tutu hardly making a sound, just lifting up her tiny arms for me.

The way she moves around before she falls asleep, finally putting one arm out to the side when she drifts off.

Patting her back and waiting for her breathing to slow down, signaling sleep.

Her little tiny soft hairs sticking up all silly and sometimes a bit sweaty.

The little sigh she gives as soon as she latches on… she takes a moment then starts gulping down milk.

When I pull back to get her off the breast she can do a crunch with super human strength to stay on, way to use those core muscles.

Her tiny sneezes… she just made some which means this tired mama will be running up the stairs once more.