At eleven months, Owen is EVERYWHERE. Yesterday alone, I found him rearranging the printer cables, tasting the cat’s food, heading into the garage via the kitchen door, and gleefully splashing in the toilet. Keep in mind, it wasn’t as though he was left entirely to his own devices for long periods of time; it’s just that this kid is fast. And sort of naughty, it would appear.
He’s crawling and cruising, but when I suggested to Diane he was close to walking, she pointed out that he wasn’t standing flat-footed quite yet. So, we may have a bit more time to do some much-needed baby proofing.
Owen is still a very happy little guy, but he’s getting a bit more demanding. He knows what he wants, and it’s usually more food, and RIGHT NOW. He’s a bottomless pit, eating everything we put in front of him. He loves peas, apples, steak, yogurt and especially anything with tomato sauce.
He’s convinced there’s absolutely nothing worse than getting dressed, and nothing better than flopping around on his belly in the bathtub. He goes to sleep effortlessly by 7:30 pm most nights, and loves to wake with the sun. He adores his sisters, especially when they push him in the swing outside.
Owen mimics so much of what we say to him, and has clearly repeated cracker, bird, tree, fast, all done, and, perhaps most notably, Katie. I can only assume he’ll be saying “grandma” by week’s end.
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