Your hair grows at incredible rates of speed! You were born with so much hair, which was amazing, but then we had to shave you bald due to your unfortunate hair loss. I was so worried that your hair would never grow back, but within six months, you had so much hair again that it was turning into a bowl cut. It was starting to look quite dorky, so I tried to trim it up myself (that was a mistake). This week, I decided I would take you to get a real hair cut before your one-year-old photos were taken.
My friend Alisha is a hair dresser at a fancy salon, and she cuts her friends' hair on her day off, so I went to her for your new 'do. We went to her house and brought your high chair and the secret weapon: your favorite Baby Einstein video! :) You watched the movie intently and, for the most part, didn't even seem to notice that your luscious locks were being whacked off. You were so good, and I LOVE the way your hair turned out. Sooooo cute!
You look a little skeptical of the end result. :) It doesn't stay spiked this high for very long (your hair is fine and doesn't stay styled), but it's a pretty cute mohawk for such a little boy.
You are 11 months old! How did that happen? A year ago at this time, I was anxiously awaiting your arrival. It is amazing to me how much as happened in one year and how much you have grown and changed.
This past month, you started walking! For a few weeks, you would take a step or two and then fall over, but I didn't really consider that walking--you were just testing your legs. Then, about two weeks ago, you started tentatively toddling along. It was so amazing to watch. You would stick your arms out and very slowly wobble a few feet, stop and regain your balance, and then wobble a few more steps. I would get so excited every time I saw you do this, and I would stop what I was doing and kneel down with my arms out and encourage you to come to me. This was probably my favorite thing to witness thus far as a mother. Sadly, your tentative toddling lasted no more than three days, and then you were cruising. Three days!! I am amazed but also a little saddened by how quickly you learn, grow, and change. Each stage is so fleeting, and I hope I am doing enough to savor the special moments with you. It's easy for me to get caught up in my to-do list and my desire to be productive, and sometimes when you throw fits (you are a very opinionated and stubborn little guy), it is hard for me to appreciate every moment of being a mother--but I do know that there is nothing more important than the time I am spending with you. I pray every night that God will help me to treasure it. You are such a gift in my life.
You a very active little boy, and I have to watch you like a hawk now because you get into all sorts of trouble. You wander around all day, practicing your new skill of walking, and you grab anything that you can get your hands on. You've learned how to climb onto the couch by yourself, and every time my back is turned, you climb up there and sometimes even climb from there onto the bistro table that is next to the couch. Ahhh! If you make it to age two without any stitches, I will be so relieved! For some reason, you love to carry things around while you walk, so I find strange objects all over the house, and if something goes missing, I know for sure who the culprit is. Your favorite thing to carry around, for some odd reason, is your white noise machine. You unplug it and carry it around the house by its short chord, usually falling over a few times as you toddle along. You never slow down, and you hate to have your diaper changed because you don't want to be held still. You scream and wiggle and fight me like I am trying to torture you. It is kind of hilarious. Dad and I have figured out a way to trap you under our leg so we can get the stinky diapers taken care of without a mess ending up all over you and all over the carpet. You are not fond of that leg hold, that's for sure!
You have suddenly become a pickier and more particular eater. Sometimes I will feed you a spoonful of something that you used to like eating, and you will get a look of outrage and then spit out all of the food and wipe your tongue off in disgust. If you are really mad about it, you will throw the food on the floor in protest. Drama King! It's funny to me that you won't eat vegetables, but you will try to eat wood chips at the park and soap in the bathtub. I have to keep the bar of soap up out of your reach or you will take a bite out of it. (Gross, Noah!) You got three new teeth this month, so you are eager to chomp on lots of interesting objects.
You still don't say much, but you are constantly babbling and making noises, some of which are starting to take on meaning. You mimic the phrase "thank you" when we hand you something, and it melts my heart every time. Thus far, the only words that you say occasionally are "Mama," "Dada" and "Thank you," and even those words you don't say often or clearly. You often walk around the apartment making a whispery hissing noise, kind of like wind. I think you are just practicing using your tongue and lips, but it is really funny to listen to.
You are learning to wave and clap, but you aren't willing to do it on command. You want to do things in your own way on your own time table, which is fine with me. You haven't learned to give hugs or kisses yet, but I've noticed that when I blow you kisses as I'm leaving you in your crib for naptime, you respond by clicking your tongue. Well, it's a start, I guess!
You have grown up so much in the past month, and I can't believe you are almost one!!! I have started thinking about your birthday, and I am excited to celebrate. We won't do anything big and fancy (it seems silly to me to throw a big party for a one-year old), but I do plan to make you a cute cake and to get together with family in your honor. We are so blessed to have you in our lives.
I love you, my spunky little man! Thanks for making each day an adventure.