11-Months

Hi T! You're 11 months old today, happy birthday! You spent most of today attempting to properly insert your foot into my flip flop. Sometimes you put them on my feet for me, which you're kind of good at. So today I put your tiny little foot inside my flips, which you thought was just the coolest! The rest of the day was a pretty easy one for me because this kept you busy on and off for quite some time. I'll try to use this new task tomorrow when you get bored in the afternoon.

Speaking of your feet, you now know what the term 'kicky-feet' means. Dad said kicky-feet when we were all in the pool last night and you peddled away with those drumsticks (as your Auntie Michelle calls them). You were in your little baby floaty-boat thingy and with the pool light on we had a great view of those chunky legs kicking away. I wish we had an underwater camera!

Oh, this morning I noticed you were in fact teething and your mouth has broken ground on some prime real estate. The two teeth on either sides of the your top for (of 4) are emerging, and a lower tooth on your right side (I call it 'chomper') has broken through almost fully, about 90%.

You're such a tough girl, I wasn't even certain you were teething. Though there were a few tell-tale signs recently, I only gave you a pain reliever dose once a couple weeks ago. It was the night your Dad invited your Uncle George over to watch the Lakers playoff game. You had been fussy that afternoon. I didn't think anything of it until he got to our house and you were still fussy. That's when I knew you must be agitated because normally you would be investigating a visitor, quietly studying them and their every move. People watching, I suppose. One of your favorite things to do.