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I am 11 months old. I sleep 12 hours a night in my crib. I do not like for my Mommy to hold me or pat my bootie until I fall asleep anymore. She says that breaks her heart, whatever that means.
When I wake up in the morning on the weekend and my Daddy comes to get me out of bed, I scream and scream and scream because I like routines and want my Mommy.
I love to have a bottle first thing when I wake up. Then, I like to jump in my jumper until I make myself tired. I go down for my morning nap and sleep for another 2-3 hours. When I wake up I like to eat yogurt, cereal and fruit. I think it really gets my day going right.
My Mom and I play all day together. When we go to Target, I either barf all over the place or have major accidents. There's just something about that store that makes me super excited.
All I hear these days is that I'm such a big boy. I weigh 18 pounds 12.2 ounces and I'm gaining by the day. I'm growing out of all my clothes.
I no longer like sitting in my infant carrier car seat and my parent's just bought me this really nice big boy seat that was outrageously priced. But safety is a major priority when I'm riding around town.
I started doing a lot of cool things this month. I eat Gerber crunchies! They are so yummy in my tummy. The puffs get stuck to my face and don't taste as good as the crunchies. I started eating dairy and so far, so good! I love yogurt! I had peaches for the first time and I gagged. Someone please tell my Mom never to feed me those again.
In PT, I'm a rock star! I'm trying really, really hard to crawl. My brain is saying "Go! Go! Go!" but these dang arms don't know what to do. I've managed to do a little crawling. I'm great at moving on my back. My legs push me wherever I want to go.
I've become more vocal this month also. I watch people's mouths when they talk and try to get the words out like they are but it sounds like "mamamamama". I'm trying though and that's the most important part.
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