Well! Guess who got a little behind on the monthly posts (again)? You guessed right! Now that you're a year old it will be even harder for me to update here regularly because I am busy chasing you all over the apartment.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Before we talk about you at One! Year! Old! we have to talk about your eleventh month.
Like every month before it this was another month of Firsts. You had your first trip to Grandma Itzmee and Grandpa French Fry's Cabarage where you got to take your first boat ride. You were skeptical at first but eventually warmed up to the activity, even trying to clap your hands in happiness - only your hands couldn't reach each other in the hilarious (but safe!) infant life vest we had you in.
"They are down." /Louie
You also got to have your first s'more. And actually that picture shows your first jalapeno cheese venison jerky as well. There's no accounting for taste.
You stayed awake on the airplane to Minnesota for the first time and you really enjoyed the view.
You started riding in the cart like a Big Boy all the time, and WOW were you excited about it.
You went to your first F.A.R.T. camping trip and charmed all of your many extended family members. You also became very good buddies with cousin Becca's dog who is pretty much the same size as you. You ate part of a hot dog and some watermelon and played in the dirt and probably ate a lot of the dirt, too. Win some, lose some.
You expanded your climbing skills by wedging yourself into Grampa French Fry's office shelves. Every time I pulled you out you climbed right back up and in.
Speaking of Grampa French Fry you also got to visit his office for the first time. You were very helpful writing a whole new chapter for his book.
Gramma Itzmee set up a kiddie pool for you in their yard and you had a blast playing in what was ultimately a really big bath tub where Gramma and Mama got into the water with you. Plus there was no hair washing!
Back in Chicago Mommy and I also took you to your first concert - you saw the Indigo Girls at Ravinia. This was undoubtably Mommy's favorite part of the whole month. You really seemed to enjoy the music and wanted to clap along and wiggle-dance on the blanket which pleased her to no end.
Other firsts - you learned to play SO BIG just after turning ten months. For the whole weekend anytime you would notice that people weren't looking at you you would throw your arms up over your head knowing it would get cheers and clapping. You win.
You also started standing independently, not holding on to anything for support, at about ten months and one week, which was just so cool to see. A baby! Standing up! All thinking he's a person! Craziness.
And that brings us to your twelfth month, heading up to a whole year old!
In your twelfth month you got to take your first trip to the zoo up in Minnesota. We took your picture sitting on some giraffes that have been there since the dawn of time. There are likely pictures of me sitting on the same giraffe when I was a kid.
You have gotten even better at climbing and exploring, even taking some time to explore your first mall playground. Trouble was there were some bigger kids you couldn't quite keep up with but you SO wanted to. I could see how frustrated you were that you couldn't climb as fast or run like they could. As soon as you can you are going to be impossible to catch, I'm sure of it.
You also attended not one but two weddings this month. The first was the wedding of your Aunt Heather and your Uncle John. They are the greatest and I can't wait to see you get to know them as you grow up. Gramma Itzmee pointed out at the wedding that you were almost exactly the same age that Aunt Heather was when I first met her and started babysitting her. Sunrise, sunset, etc.
The other wedding you went to was for your cousin Amanda and Adam on Mommy's side of the family. Mommy was busy officiating things so you sat with me in the back of the room at the rehersal and did yoga, a new hobby of yours. (I suspect you're trying to figure out how to stand up without a wall/etc to hold on to, but man the yoga is cute.)
Other hobbies include emptying the recycling bin one piece of paper at a time...
Drinking other people's beverage from cups (but not your own beverage from your own cup, of course)...
Playing peek-a-boo around the corner (and through the glass door) with Grandma.
And reading all of the books. ALL of the books. Books are your favorite thing, closely followed by your stuffed monkeys and your bug that poops balls. (We have all the classy toys in this house.) But back to the books - it was in your twelfth month that you started choosing books you wanted read, handing them to me or Mommy, and plopping yourself into our laps for a story. It is about the cutest thing ever in the history of ever. Fact. (Lots of things you do are the cutest things ever in the history of ever, but this is especially cute.)
And now you are one. You were lucky enough to have three celebrations - one in Minnesota, one in Chicago with just the three of us at George's for ice cream on your actual birthday, and one in Kankakee.
You are a much loved baby who is now flush with new books and toys. (This is the bug that poops balls. You love this thing SO MUCH right now it is hilarious.)
And here you are on your actual birthday. My big boy.
You got your first tooth three days before your first birthday. You take 3-4 steps at a time (that started at 11.5 months), you wave your hands around when you babble in excitement, you climb on anything and everything, you smile with your whole face, you laugh and laugh and laugh at us, you eat everything we put in front of you other than a few shapes of pasta. You read books, you chase the cats, you un-fold laundry, you climb stairs, and you dance to music or when Grampa French Fry sings his song to you. I can't believe a year went SO FAST. Seriously. How big are you? SO BIG. I can't wait to see where the next year takes us, and how much you keep growing and learning.