Y'all we are 1 month away from the biggest milestone of my life. Being the mother to a one year old. Unbelievable! We can't really call him our 'little man' anymore. Especially since he has started taking steps! He took his first step just before bedtime about a week ago. Patrick got home from work particularly late, and I had decided to let Guns wait up to say goodnight to Dada. Good thing, because he took his very first, no-doubt-about-it step right in front of both of us. The next day it was 3 steps, then 5, and then... well, see for yourself:
My champ! He rocks, doesn't he? Oh, I love him. I don't know how you follow that but he has also been playing catch with us. He thinks it's hysterical. He's been doing it for about a month now, I haven't written about it because I have been trying to get it on video. But, it's kind of hard to play catch and record at the same time. So you'll have to take my word for it until I get cinematic proof.
He is still a giant, we won't know just how big until next month, after the big day, but I am confident he will remain "off the charts". But he can walk holding my hand, and I don't have to bend down. He chatters up a storm, and loves using his 4 teeth to eat everything in sight. Except chicken. He hates it. But his current favorite foods seem to be pickles, watermelon and cheerios.
He now has enough hair to form the tiniest little mohawk...
And since we had to put away his jumperoo (because he flipped it over 3 times... he didn't get hurt, he thought it was funny) Mimi got him a new bouncey horse!
And now, get your fill of his eleven-month-old cuteness:
