Eleven Months

Ted turned eleven months last week. I haven't posted much in the way of updates on Ted, so just for my personal record, he started walking at 9 months, loves to forage in the cabinets and cupboards, says "no no no" and waves his arm in front of his body while doing so, loves to toss things down the stairs but so far has avoided going down them himself (at least on my watch). The other day he grabbed a microfiber washcloth (his favorite) and went over to the chair, the table, and the fireplace hearth, wiping away at each spot. It warmed my little heart to see him cleaning. He has had a couple of colds lately, has been on antibiotics twice already, and gives hugs to Ivy and Ted when they cry. He tries to cuddle with Harriett to no avail. She is as cold as ice. Could be the tail pulling. Loves bath time and hates getting dressed. Loves sweet potatoes (who doesn't?) and Zoi Greek yogurt. If he's not loving what I'm serving him, I mix it in a little Zoi and voila! downs it like butter. Still nurses with vigor and vim and loves his mama the best (with Daddy, Grandma Deb, Lauren, and Grandpa John in close pursuit). I wish it weren't so, people, I really do. It would make my life easier, but what can I say? Four teeth, with more under the surface. Gets told all the time he looks exactly like Hank, but I see a lot of Ivy in him, including some personality stuff, like his attention to tiny details and Superman vision when it comes to picking up lint and dry food particles from the floor. Nothing gets past him. Out of sight out of mind? Not with this one. Still friendly and engaging, super smiley, including at the doctor when he had two ear infections and was as chipper as ever. We all sure love this guy.