connor @ 11 months

weight:  21 lbs

height:  29 inches

12-18 clothes

size 5 diapers

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you love:  pulling cords out of walls, bath time, tomatoes, yellow watermelon, standing up in your high chair, and cookies.

you hate:  having a runny nose, having your face & hands wiped, and when we take things out of your vice grip that you aren't allowed to have.

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Double digits, dude?  Ain't happenin.

You're becoming such a smarty pants - putting toys into buckets and sticking letters on the shower wall.  You're starting to see how fun things can really be!  You're a visual learner...if you see someone doing it, you can do it too.  (Your brother always liked to figure it out on his own first!)

Even though you've still got a pretty wide palette, if there's something you don't like you just stick your tongue out and pull it off.  Then you get restless in the ten seconds it takes me to find you something else so you twist around and stand up, sometimes sticking your foot over the edge of your high chair like you're just going to pounce out.  Nuts, I tell ya.

There aren't any words in the world of Connor Isaac at this point.  You prefer to point and grunt and have someone else tell you the word.  You're most perplexed by my kitchen aid mixer.  And sweet corn.  I had some corn all shucked on the counter yesterday.  Later when I had it in the pot steaming away you pointed to it then pointed back to the counter like Mom, wasn't that corn over there earlier?

On a sadder note, you started weaning from breastfeeding around the time I went back to school.  Now we only nurse 1x a night and even then you hesitate, probably because there's nothing left in there?  It makes your Mommy so so so sad.  It was inevitable, but the end is near and I could cry.  Instead of formula, we've switched you to whole milk in your bottle.  You're obsessed.  Stupid cows and all their yumminess.

The sickness thing still sucks.  What is it about those websites that told me a breastfed baby would be healthier?  You come down with anything your brother has.  Every time.  No doubt about it.  Last week the babysitter called saying you were having a hard time swallowing/breathing.  It scared the living daylights out of me, so I jumped ship at school early and scrambled to get you to the Emergency Room.  On the way there we were of course awarded our very own speeding ticket.  I'm kidding, the policeman was so gracious and even followed us to the hospital to give me back my license and written warning make sure you were alright.  While we were there (the ever-long two and a half hours), you snuggled like you hadn't seen me in weeks and eventually fell asleep peacefully in my arms.  All the nurses were talking about how cute we were, laying there asleep together.  Well, they should've been.  The only time you're like that is when you have a high fever, it's the most pitiful and wonderful thing ever.

Welp, I suppose the countdown is on to the big O-N-E.  

You're birthday party planning is in full swing - a chili bar is going to be the highlight of it all.  Oh, and lots of orange!  And you, our little pumpkin.

xoxo, Happy Eleven Months.