The realization has hit me like a ton of bricks. We have less than a month left until you ditch the title of "baby" and magically transform into a toddler. You are eleven months old, Charlie! Your first birthday is barreling towards us so quickly. While some of the nights (and days) along the way have seemed very long, this has been the fastest 11 months of my life.
In the last month you have turned into a total chatterbox. You sit and "read" your books and it is just the sweetest thing anyone has ever heard. Daddy gets most of your vocal attention. At first you called him "Dee-dah! Dee-dah!". Now he's Dada, and it is of course your favorite word. My favorite thing you say is "cheee-tahhh". You're trying hard to say dog and cat. We went over to Corinne's a couple of weeks ago to see their newest farm babies and you stood beside them and said "chi-chick". When we're eating and you want more you'll sometimes say "biiiii!" (bite). You've said Ro-Ro, Yaya (Layla) and so far just call me "ba-ba". Still working on that "m" sound, ha! That's okay, I'll wait.
Your latest trick is that you've learned to blow kisses. Amazing. You can point to your belly, your hair, and your nose. You love to sit on the trampoline in my lap while Henry bounces. You love to put things into a container then pour them out. And repeat. And you still love to squeeze yourself between any two pieces of furniture you can.
You love all the pets in this house. Floppit flees when she sees you coming. Layla begrudgingly lets you pet her, but only so she can sit next to me as well. Gus puts up with all kinds of nonsense from you, and just rolls over to let you pat (or pull the fur off of) his belly. But Preston is not a fan. You keep trying although his answer is the same every time.
You made your second trip up to Ohio last month. We went up with Gaga, Pappy & Henry to celebrate Evy Ruth's first birthday! It was so much fun to watch the two of you together!
You've decided that these two folks are definitely some of your favorites.
You make our days brighter, Charlie Anne. What ever did we do before you? Happy eleven months!