Eleven Months of Alder
Whoa, Nelly! Eleven months turns out to be a really sentimental time, at least for mamas. I started freaking out a bit when I realized I had an almost one year old. How could that have happened already? It took me awhile to get used to the fact that I would soon have a toddler and no longer a baby, and I'm still getting used to that, to be honest. But, as the cliche goes, it just keeps getting better. I hate to buy into such a cliche, but I can't help the truth. What they say is true because his little personality has just exploded.
The face he's making in the photo above? That's his mischievous face. He smiles while scrunching up his face, gives a little laugh and then takes off, usually to get into something he shouldn't be in like my camera, mulch, the bathroom or my potted plants. Stinker. It's so fun to be able to play and interact with him. To see my husband throw him and tickle him and tease him makes my heart swell. I swear, he saves the biggest grins and belly laughs for Michael. In addition, he's got all kinds of teeth, has been cruising away, sometimes waves and says mama and dada and sometimes ball. At least, we think that's what he's saying. It sounds more baaaallaaallaaa. Close enough.