As I contemplate the fact that my daughter is now eleven months old, I cannot help having mixed feelings about how quickly my baby girl is growing up! I feel like a made more effort with my daughter (than I was able to with my son) to cherish every stage of her infancy. Knowing from experience the second time around, I did not want to take the short lived precious moments with my infant for granted. Even with this mindset and the clear effort to enjoy my little one, I feel like her babyhood as gone by far too fast. As I look at my daughter, who resembles a toddler now more than an infant, I am looking forward to all the precious moments to come in her toddlerhood.
At eleven months old my daughter is now a fairly confident walker. She walks more than she crawlers which was the opposite when she was ten months old and new to walking. She walks in every direction without hesitating now and only falls down occasionally. She has taken to following, or more aptly put, chasing her brother all over the house. Now that she can function more at his pace, she actively seeks to be involved in whatever he is doing (and sometimes the results are a frightfully catastrophic).
Once she picked up walking with her brother’s example ever present, she has also learned many other new skills from her brother (some are rather unseemly). She enjoys ripping up magazines, spitting, swinging a toy sword (with shocking accuracy), drumming (her brother quite literally drums morning, noon, and night) with anything on anything, climbing, taking trash out of the garbage bin, riding her brother’s tricycle (with help), and, sadly, throwing temper tantrums.
She still enjoys nursing and loves to cuddle when she is not wreaking havoc with her brother. She laughs easily and her favorite time of day is the morning in which she is always giggling and ready to have fun (and eat breakfast). It is crazy to think that in few short weeks my baby girl will be one!