This may take me a long time to write. I am a loud typer (ist?) when I type fast and I don't want to ruffle any baby feathers.
I am sitting on the stairs outside Alice's room hoping she finally falls asleep.
It seems that my limited knowledge of the lyrics to the Carpenter's classic "Close to You" and my patented warble/sway combo is not doing the trick tonight. Every time I go in there, she's sitting up with the saddest look on her face peering through the crib slats at me. Looking like a baby in jail. And crying.
She's quiet now....CLACK. CLICKETY. CLACK. I AM TYPING LOUD AND FAST!
Alright, I am done celebrating the fact that we have two sleeping girls. But, man, that is always a nice place to be in the day.
Due to my inherent laziness and aversion to becoming (gasp!) a "scrapbooker", (I just can't go there. I can't. I've resisted your recruitment too long to give in now, Amanda:) Alice's baby book is essentially a book with important papers (i.e height, weight, stuff from the hospital, cards, etc.) shoved in the front and stuffed in a drawer. (Thank you...thank you...yes, I know. I am a wonderful mother.)
So no baby book. Yet. So, here is what I am going to include when I finally get it done...probably right around her wedding.
Alice at 11 months....
Crawled for the first time yesterday. Kind of late, but you never have trouble getting what you want. You frequent the army crawl, the roll and the scoot. Seeing you roll across the playroom floor to get a toy you want is hilarious.
You have 3 (almost 4) teeth now. 2 top and 2 bottom. The top ones are um, pretty large. Daddy has taken to calling you "man-tooth" now. Or Wes, for short.
I don't think I will ever wean you. I would if it were my choice. (Apparently, it is not.) I don't think you're going to allow such craziness to happen though. Not on your watch. You love it. Sheesh. I was going to try at a year....but I can see that is not going to happen. 13 months, kid. That's all you get.
"Dada" and "Mama" are your words. Good choices. I like your style.
You don't really like to sleep. At all. Ever. Okay, maybe that is overstating things. You do nap well. But, I think that we have 10, maybe 11 full nights of sleep since you've been born. Good thing you're cute.
You love to dance, giggle, rough house with your sister, pull on Annabelle's tail, throw (all of your) food to the floor, YELL, be held, be tickled, get baths, go swimming, have your feet eaten, pull Ella's hair (out!), and generally be the cutest baby in the world, 100% unbiased opinion here.
So those are Alice's 11 month milestones. To be included in a book. At a (much) later date.
My MILEstones? Ran, biked and swam a few over the weekend. I feel back on track after a sluggish week and ready to kick some a$$ (or at the very least ride the bike course correctly) at my first Oly race of the year in Chattanooga this weekend.