Eleven Months

Caleb is eleven months old today! To celebrate, he's had his first bout of pukey-ness. Woohoo. I figure he just ate something weird, because the other kids he's been around haven't had anything. He's sleeping it off now with a nice long nap!

He is walking with assistance very well. He likes to have someone holding onto both of his hands when he's walking, but has let go with one hand more often lately. He's also starting standing more on his own. Sunday we counted to 10 before he finally grabbed something!

He's moved into 12-month clothes..and could probably stand to move up to 18-month in pants because his legs are so long! I bought him a pair of size 2 soft-soled shoes for walking, but I don't think he'll be in them for long.

I think we finally have our first word besides Mama and Dada! We think Caleb is saying "ball." It's more like "ba" but he says it a lot when he has a ball in his hand. However, he really likes Bs, and he often has a ball in his hand, so it could just be a coincidence. I think he's saying ball, though.

Caleb has tried pretty much every food we've eaten--except for ice cream and pizza and things like that. He did try an orange a bit back. Wasn't his favorite, but he ate it. His favorite food seems to be cheese. Mmm...yummy...my child indeed! It's neat to see him progress in his eating. Used to I would break up a piece of bread for him into bite-sized pieces, but now I can hand him the bread and he'll tear it himself or even bite it off himself. I can't do that with cheese; he just stuffs the entire piece in his mouth and will eventually spit it out because he can't chew it all. Spit-out cheese is not very appetizing.

Caleb loves to play peekaboo, loves to chase me around the house, loves to open and close doors (and drawers), loves ANYthing in the bathroom--toilet paper, toilet lid, trash can, tub--it's all fun! So we keep the bathroom doors closed. When we open them, I can hear him trucking it from wherever he is in the house to get into the bathroom. He does the same with the fridge and freezer. Silly boy!

This month Caleb has started developing his own opinion about things. He whines and cries when he doesn't get his way or I take something from him. I've had to give him a firm, "No sir, we do not whine." a few times. He has even started refusing food we feed him with a spoon, preferring to eat it himself, even if that means a very messy meal. Thankfully he doesn't do that every meal, but I see it coming soon.

All in all, we have a very cool little boy. We love his laughter, his chattiness, his determination, his tears. I miss my baby, and as I'm starting to wean, I'm missing the cuddling times. I guess that's why many siblings are about two years apart. Their mamas missed those things, too!