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11 months old
Feb. 26th, 2008 02:33 pmThe passage of 11 months seems impossible to me. How could it be that 11 months have passed since I first met the beautiful charmer, my son?
Two days before his 10-month mark, he sprouted his first tooth. Two days ago, the second broke through. This Second Toothy Coming was marked with much biting of me, which insult was matched by a swift pop on his cheek and loud NO! Poor fellow... poor me... We both got over it within seconds and all was well again. For about a minute.
For the first time in ages, I gave Samuel's milk to him in a bottle to avoid further personal injury. It seems I am safest when he is drowsy, so our nursing schedule is shrinking. This saddens me, but I suspect he will want to continue these late evening and early morning together times for a good while. From all the pain and upset in the beginning, it surprises me that I have come to value nursing so much.
He runs around with his stool, faster and with better form every day. He occasionally takes a wobbly step hands-free but still prefers having something to hold onto. Don't we all?
Samuel is clearly developing his father's sense of mischief. As we warn him, "no no!" the glint in his eye brightens and his mouth curls in a furtive smile. This? You don't want me to do this? This, right? Hah. Suckers. Watch this!
He figured out the ring-stacking toy this month, and now he and I take turns dropping blocks on his wooden stacking toy, too. I can't help but think he's brilliant, but I am not so blinded as to deny that my assessment is probably somewhat biased.
( Obligatory evidence of Samuel's lethal cute )
Two days before his 10-month mark, he sprouted his first tooth. Two days ago, the second broke through. This Second Toothy Coming was marked with much biting of me, which insult was matched by a swift pop on his cheek and loud NO! Poor fellow... poor me... We both got over it within seconds and all was well again. For about a minute.
For the first time in ages, I gave Samuel's milk to him in a bottle to avoid further personal injury. It seems I am safest when he is drowsy, so our nursing schedule is shrinking. This saddens me, but I suspect he will want to continue these late evening and early morning together times for a good while. From all the pain and upset in the beginning, it surprises me that I have come to value nursing so much.
He runs around with his stool, faster and with better form every day. He occasionally takes a wobbly step hands-free but still prefers having something to hold onto. Don't we all?
Samuel is clearly developing his father's sense of mischief. As we warn him, "no no!" the glint in his eye brightens and his mouth curls in a furtive smile. This? You don't want me to do this? This, right? Hah. Suckers. Watch this!
He figured out the ring-stacking toy this month, and now he and I take turns dropping blocks on his wooden stacking toy, too. I can't help but think he's brilliant, but I am not so blinded as to deny that my assessment is probably somewhat biased.
( Obligatory evidence of Samuel's lethal cute )
