Weight/Length: Oh gosh. Maybe 24 lbs? No clue on length and we won’t have an “official” measurement until his first year appointment in June.
Sleep: Is sleep regression typical around 10 or 11 months? My usual champ of a sleeper has been fighting his naps and his nighttime sleep. ESPECIALLY his nighttime sleep. Maybe it’s because we’re not on a super strict schedule? I have no idea, but we’ll do a feeding, bath, and read bedtime stories and just as I get about 2 pages from the end, he’ll start whining and sit up to play. Then it’s a good hour or so before he finally conks out. Even if he was practically falling over in the bathtub. Doesn’t matter. As for how he does once he actually does fall asleep? It’s a crap shoot. Some nights he’ll STTN and never make a peep. Others, he’ll wake up 2-3 times and ends up in our bed beween 4 and 6am.
Feeding: Not much new here. We’re still doing purees and oatmeal, with about 4 bottles a day, and practicing real-food eating with Mum-Mums and puffs. We’ve started introducing bites of things here and there (like warm cinnamon sugar donuts in Philly), but I’m so terrified of choking that we haven’t pushed it. We also haven’t been practicing with a sippy cup but plan to do that more this month.
Developments: So many new things this month! His crawling has evolved to more of a sit-and-crawl movement. He’ll only get on his belly if he gets tangled up in his own arms and legs. But the biggest change is that he’s now pulling up on EVERYTHING! And this last week, he’s started cruising a little. He’s still got his sea legs and falls down quite a bit, but he’s getting more adventurous and it’s so exciting to see his little chubby legs supporting his tiny body. I die from the cuteness. The pediatrician said it would take about 3 months to start walking from the time he started pulling up, so that means he’ll be walking shortly after his first birthday.
What most of my photos look like. I call him “the blur.”
As for vocabulary, it’s a tie between “dada” and “dog.” Technically, dada was first, but he’d say it all the time without context. Just babbling. But the word dog we can get him to say on command when pointing to a dog. It sounds more like “gog” but it’s clearly dog. And just two days before his 11 month birthday, he started saying mama. He wouldn’t even babble mama for the longest time so this is exciting stuff. And he’s even saying it in context here and there. I just love hearing his little voice “talking” to us.
And earlier this month, he started making baskets with his basketball. In just one random night, he watched me put the ball in the basket and immediately wanted to try it. We cheered him on and he was instantly hooked. It was the first thing he wanted to do the next morning when he got up and for a few days after. It’s still one of his favorite activities but he’s not quite as obsessed with it as he was when it was a new trick.
Firsts This Month: First Easter, first time pulling up and standing on his own, first Cardinals game (and first home run with a Cardinals win), first airplane ride, first trip to Pennsylvania (Philadelphia), first taste of a donut, first Phillies game (and Cardinals away game), first time in the luxury suites, first time he freaked out in an elevator, first time really saying mama and knowing what he meant.
Likes: Same as usual. Still in love with dogs. Still loves watching Baby Einstein. And this month he turned into a total mama’s boy!! Clearly, I am giddy over this development, much to my husband’s chagrin. I noticed it one morning after bringing him into our room, handing him over to the hubs in our bed, and then walking out of the room to use the bathroom. He started whining/crying for a minute. And later that day when I got home from work, his little face just lit up more than usual and started doing his little happy babbling for the next hour or two. After that, if the hubs was holding him and I was nearby, he’d reach his arms out for me. He also gives me about 10 times the number of kisses and hugs as he does daddy. (And if we’re being honest here, daddy is super jealous, so he’s started being a bit more snuggly with him. It’s adorable.) So all my fears about daddy being the favorite since he’s with him about 99% of the time? Not true!!
Favorite Songs: New favorites: Under the Sea from the Little Mermaid, Rubber Ducky, Somewhere Over the Rainbowand I’m on top of the World by Imagine Dragons.
Favorite Toys: A family member gave D a Melissa and Doug wood shapes puzzle for Christmas, which I finally pulled out from the closet this month. He loves banging the animal shapes together or on the puzzle board. And ever since he discovered how to put balls in baskets, he loves to show off that trick from time to time. He’s especially fond of the orange basketballs. He definitely didn’t fall far from his daddy’s tree there. He still plays with his blocks and stacker rings but more than anything, I would have to say that books are still his absolute favorite. He has a few baby-appropriate books that I let him play with because they’re virtually indestructible and I find him flipping the pages all the time. It’s usually with one hand clumsily trying to insert a finger between the pages while it’s upside down, but it’s so cool to see him enjoy something so basic as a book, when he’s surrounded by phones and iPads and laptops and TVs. There’s just something magical about a book I guess.
Dislikes: Not much new here but now that he’s pulling up and standing, he gets frustrated when he’s tired and can’t get a good grip on the couch to pull himself up. He also doesn’t like going to bed on time anymore and will scream bloody murder to let us know. After one particularly long night where we battled bedtime, I now just let him stay up an hour or two past his bedtime, even after his bath and jammies are on, and he’ll contently play on the floor until he starts rubbing his eyes and I put him to bed. I ALWAYS try to put him to bed at his usual bedtime, but this only works about 1 out of every 3 nights. Usually, he’ll lay quietly while I read him his bedtime stories and as soon as I turn to the second to last page of Goodnight Moon, he starts whining and sits up because he knows it’s almost over and lights out. Smart little booger.
He also dislikes it when bathtime is over and will scurry to the other end of the tub to escape me when I ask him if he’s ready to get out.
And lately, diaper changes are starting to become an issue. He doesn’t cry or whine, but he constantly tries to roll over or kicks his legs or grabs his you-know-what and I need about 5 hands just to hold him still while I put a clean diaper on him. Number twos are a two person job. Not sure how my husband handles this during the day. I’d guess there are several wet wipe baths.
What I’m Thankful For: We seemed to escape a lot of the spring sinus infections and colds that were going around so I’m very thankful for our health, particularly mine!
What I’m Looking Forward To: His first birthday parties! I’m sure I’ll have an emotional moment when I make the realization that my BABY is turning ONE. But until then, it’s fun, fun, FUN as I buy puppy-related decorations and go hog-wild on a birthday party for someone who will never remember it.
How Mommy’s Doing: Well, my weight-loss has stalled thanks to my inability to stop eating carbs, but we just purchased a jogging stroller last week and I’ve been trying to make small improvements here and there. It’s nothing that will have me “bikini ready” by Memorial Day, but at least it’s something. I also need wardrobe help, and my house is a disaster STILL. The house issue needs to be fixed before the birthday party, and it will, but it’s going to take a lot of work.
I had one REALLY awesome day about a week ago where I won tix to my company’s suite, got my new dishwasher installed, realized my son was a total momma’s boy, the weather was perfect and I had some good things happening at work. The very next day? Sucked. Nothing really bad, per se, but I was on a high of highs and the next day the temps dropped about 25 degrees and started raining, I didn’t love my new dishwasher (I had it on the wrong setting, so I like it again now), and the baby decided he loves me SO much that he insists on co-sleeping, which we do not enjoy. So nothing terrible, but it’s just funny how one day is super awesome awesomeness and the next is just meh. Still, I can’t complain. Life is pretty good around here. Not perfect. (NEVER perfect) But pretty darn good.