Dear Avery,
Today you are 11 months old.
I cannot believe there’s only one month left until your
first birthday. Time flies when you’re sleep deprived. It’s a good thing you
are so cute because we really haven’t slept nearly enough in 11 months. (especially
since you’re still sleeping in our room since you wake up your brother). One
night last week you woke up at 3am, and there you were, standing up in your
pack and play, smacking both hands on the bed and yelling “dada! dada! dada!”
with the most adorable smile. You’ve even
spent a few nights this month playing at the wee hours of the night when the
rest of us would really like to be sleeping. If you could just start sleeping
better, that would be so kind of you.
Your nickname this month is Avery Monster. You are all over
the place and into everything. You love all of your brother’s toys. You are
obsessed with his trains, his trucks, his books, pretty much anything he’s
playing with. We often have to warn him, “Carter, look out, Avery Monster is
coming.” Once you reach your destination, you take over and destroy, a little
bit like Godzilla. I’m sure you’re just making up for 11 months of your brother
stealing your toys from you. I’m actually glad you can hold your own now, even
though your brother may feel differently. He doesn’t mind too much though, your
brother loves you a whole lot.
A few days before Easter you were really, really sick. You
came down with a sinus infection and pink eye and you were teething all at
once. You were so miserable and grumpy, but you were better just in time for
our festivities. Those were not fun days for anyone, lots of whining and
clinging and crying. It was just so sad to watch you so miserable, we were all
relieved when you started to perk back up to your normal, cheerful self.
We had a fun Easter this month with a handful of different
celebrations. In true Avery Monster fashion, you were absolutely obsessed with
everyone else’s Easter eggs. Since they’re not a great toy for a baby, I didn’t
give you any of your own. That did not deter you from trying to get to your
brother’s stash, or your cousins’, or whatever else you could give your little
hands on.
You took your first step last Friday. One, tentative,
wobbly, unsupported step! You are so close to walking, but you’re a very
proficient crawler so you tend to prefer that instead of even trying to walk. You
are talking a lot these days, although we’re not really sure what you’re
saying. A few words are more clear, specifically mama, dada, and bye-bye a few
times. The past few weeks you’ve been yelling “Gob! Gob! Gob!” really loud,
from the back of your throat. It’s so funny to hear such a deep growling from
such a tiny, sweet girl. You love to play peek-a-boo, which you have now
started initiating on your own. You use a hat or a blanket to cover your face,
then laugh when you pull it away and look at us expectantly for our laughter.
You are already a little comedian.
You also now know what “no” means and sometimes you listen.
It is so funny to watch you pause and spin back around away from the forbidden
object. Last weekend you were crawling around the corner to the dog water (of
course!) and when I told you no you immediately changed directions and fled
back to the playroom like you were surprised you got caught. I’m sure this
obedience won’t last long, but it’s more than we ever got from your brother and
it’s awfully cute. I’m sure someday very soon we’ll reminiscence about the days
you used to listen to us when we told you “no” and you didn’t say it back to
us, but for now we’re just embracing every sweet, innocent moment.
Much love,
Mama
No comments:
Post a Comment