Eleven Months

This handsome little devil is already 11 months old. If you look to the left of his face you can catch a glimpse of the mullet that will most definitely be getting cut this week. It's starting to get embarrassing for both of us (Taft and myself).

At 11 months Taft:
-Loves seeing Dad, Nana Plum, and Francine, the lady at the gym day care.
-Likes eating grapes, chicken, peas, mandarin oranges, graham crackers, sweet potatoes, spaghetti, bananas
-Pulls himself up onto anything he can
-Is starting to scale along the couch
-Loves making a mess (pulling books of bookshelves, pulling out entire contents of drawers, pulling off all the toilet paper)
-Is gabbing a lot more and it's starting to sound like real words.
-Has ticklish armpits, feet, and sides
-Kind of waves goodbye
-Still LOVES Monkey Friend
-Starting to use sippy cup
-Seems to be wanting to drop a nap (Mom and Dad aren't ready for that yet)
-Still hates being laid on his back to have his diaper changed or to get dressed/undressed
-Has eczema on his back :(
-Now expresses his anger/frustration by opening his eyes really big, giving himself a double chin, squeezing his fists together, turning his face red, and grunting. Some people mistake it for him trying to poop, but trust me, he has a different face for that.
-Has five teeth. Four on bottom, one on top.

He's a funny little dude that keeps us entertained all the time. I'm sad babies have to change so fast, but it's also so fun watching Taft learn to do new things.

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