My sweet Baby Jace turned the lucky 11 months old this week. Whoa...this means I have less than one month left to plan the party of the century.
So while little man's personality is growing by the day, he still isn't saying a whole lot in the "word" department. I repeat the words "dada, mom-mom, and bubba" to him about 6 million times a day, and he just grunts back at me. It's okay...he's just a man of few words.
Still not walking, but he's crawling. fast. He can even crawl all the way up our staircase which scares me to pieces considering the number of time Josh and I have fallen.
He eats everything. Spaghetti, chili, rice, veggies. Heck...he even eats GINGER without making a face. The kid can put down some calories...and it's certainly noticeable in his beer belly and thunder thighs.
He's sleeping a lot better through the night, but he still likes to party late-night with us if we have company. He's even learning to play some not so kid-friendly games. I like to call it, "maturing."
His monthly pictures are the biggest pain in the world to take. Boy does not like to lay down on his back. at all. But the struggle is worth it:
He's the biggest cuddle monkey I've ever known, and I just can't get enough. One more month until I have a TODDLER. I just can't wait :)
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