Dear Lilah,
Eleven months old!! That means one year is right around the corner! So crazy how time flies.
I took you to the doctor earlier this month and you saw a doctor you hadn't seen before. Here are some of the things she had to say about you (in a friendly, understanding tone of voice):
"Wow! She's pretty opinionated, isn't she?"
"Is she really 10 months old? She seems more like a teenager!"
"You better watch out...you're in trouble with this one!"
Ahh, yes. I'm afraid she may be right. Your daddy already calls you our little princess. You definitely have your opinions and find ways to make them known.
People have asked me recently if you're personality is much different from your brother's. Yep, it is. Your brother was more laid back as a baby. Not mellow exactly, but easy going. We could bring him along with us wherever we went and he'd rarely complain. We could pass him around to whomever we wanted, and he'd be totally fine with it. We could easily leave him with others so that we could have some time to ourselves. You, not so much. You'll happily interact with others from the safety of your mama's arms, but you certainly don't want to be placed in a strangers arms, thank you very much. On the other hand, you are more adventurous than your brother was as a baby. You get into everything. I don't seem to remember having that problem with him. Ever since you started crawling, I've really had to keep an eye on you! I call you my little explorer.
You are pulling yourself up now and seem pretty proud of yourself. Or at least excited about the new opportunities that opens up for you.
Your hair is starting to get a little out of control. Dada says we should cut off your mullet.
If we do that soon, you will have had your first hair cut before your brother had his! To be fair, though, he needed one a little earlier than he got one.
On
Halloween, you got your first taste of candy. Unintentionally, of
course. You were gnawing on a candy bar wrapper while trick-or-treating
in your tia's arms. When I got you back, I immediately noticed the
chocolate smell. So I took a look and discovered that you'd gnawed
right through the wrapper and were actually sucking on a Snickers bar!
I, of course, took it away instantly and you screamed your sweet little
head off the whole walk home. And so Tia can now take credit for
introducing both your brother AND you to sugar.
You are getting to the point where you can interact with your brother a little more. I think he's enjoying that.
Love always,
Mama
