11 months old

I’m 11 months old now. And if you’re good at maths, that’s 1 more month to my birthday. Ohhh what joy! But getting back to here and now … I loved the life of being a baby. It gets easier every time. A recap of the past month goings on. Movement wise, I’m a bit slow on 2s, fast in a walker and even faster on 4s. Being mobile is the greatest thing that ever happened to me. I can run (crawl?) away from my siblings to my parents, if they were trying to catch me. Or I can approach them if I want to play together. I eat anything now, just as long as it’s swallow-able. Biscuits and crackers are still my favourites because I can bite little pieces off. I finished off 1kg of powdered milk in less than 2 weeks, usually it takes 4. My motor skills are adequate … for now. Picking up things and putting them back are a doodle. Returning toys to outstretched hands are a natural for me. Recently, mama’s trying to drill me to some clapping motion but my hands felt heavy to close them together again. Oh well, practice, practice, practice.