Eleven Months

You may be tuning in here expecting a first-day-of-kindergarten post, but I think we all know that Josh is going to do that one more justice, so we'll save that topic for an evening when he's home to write something that will make us all weep.  In the meantime, I'll play a bit of catch-up and do Patrick's eleven month post.  Only four days late -- sorry, Patrick.

 

Geez, it's not that late, P! 

 

There, that's better.

Patrick is in that stage I remember all too well with Walt -- into everything within reach.  The only difference between him and his big brother at this point is that Walt was still pretty much floor-bound -- crawling, but not much else.  Patrick is cruising and climbing (and subsequently tumbling -- hence the bruise on his forehead), which puts a lot more within his reach than Walt's at the same age.  All flat surfaces have been cleared.  Magazines are stuck in strange places on the bookshelf.  The board games which used to reside on the shelf under the coffee table have moved to higher ground.  It's definitely a minimalist decor at Chez Spickler these days.

 

And speaking of his brother, the hero worship continues unabated.  In this picture, he's watching Walt assemble his Nerf gun.  Awesome.  Thanks for that, Putty.

Let's see . . . other developments.  No real words to speak of . . . maybe "uh-oh", though that may be in my imagination.  He does occasionally sign for more, though that's pretty selective, as well.  Again, much like it was with his brother at the same age, it's all "Da-da-da-da-da".  Which seems to have little to do with Josh.  But we're not pushing the talking thing.  Trust me, there's plenty of talking going on around here without adding to the cacophony.  We thought about not teaching him to talk at all, but that seemed like maybe it would come back to haunt us.  Plus, since Walt NEVER SHUTS UP, he's bound to pick up a word or two.

Also, he still has no teeth.  Walt was also slow on the tooth front, but he definitely had at least a couple by his eleven-month mark.  Patrick . . . nothing.  Not that that stops him from chowing down.  The kid can gum an impressive array of foodstuffs.  Honeydew melon is probably is current favorite (if you don't count Fruit Puffs as a food, which I definitely do not -- they're more like a gateway drug to hard junk food).  But he also likes bananas, peaches, cheese, and macaroni and cheese (which is practically its own food group in our house).

So, all in all, he's the same sweet little baby he's been since the Prevacid kicked in at four months.  Just a lot faster.

 

Official eleven-month picture here!