11 Months Old!

Hey there, it's me Charlotte. I turned 11 months old on Wednesday. Mom says she got a little behind in writing this blog post because her clinic in Rogers Park moved to a new building this week and things were all kinds of crazy.

You can see 2 of my bottom teeth here. I've got at least 8 now, or at least that's Mom's best guess. I really don't like to let her look in my mouth. My 2 bottom molars and maybe 1 top one are coming in very slowly, and that makes me crabby sometimes.

Here's me striking a thoughtful pose. This was about the last shot I let Mom take of me being still. I'm a very busy girl with lots of things to do.

I've discovered how to put things in and out of containers.

I'm crawling and cruising around everywhere. As you can see I move so much that a lot of the pictures are at least partly blurry. Mom says she's actually surprised I'm not walking yet. What can I say, I'm trying to help her out a little and make her life easier for just a bit longer.


There is no question that I'm a Momma's Girl (who wouldn't be, when you've got the coolest mom around?). Unless I'm busy bothering Jack, Louie, or otherwise getting into something I'm not supposed to, I always want to be with my Mommy. You can see I was getting irritated here that Mom was on the couch and had the nerve to leave me on the floor.

I LOVE to eat. So far I'm a carbs-and-meat kind of girl. I was pretty good about eating veggies until Mom starting adding meat, pasta, rice, and bread as meal choices. I'm also a big fan of cheese. Now Mom has to put the veggies on my tray first, or else I'll let them sit there while I gorge on everything else. And if everything gets mixed together, I'm very skilled at picking out the foods that I like and leaving the unwanted things behind.

Ummm, it does't get any better than this. Ravioli with meat inside! Mom has to cut everything in very small pieces because I will shovel whole handfuls of food in my mouth.

Thought I'd throw in some pictures from the other night--Dad's birthday was on Tuesday, and Grandma and Grandpa Nold came over for dinner. Happy Birthday Daddy!

Jack helped Grandma put some sprinkles on the cake. He was very serious in his work.

Just you wait! Any takers on if I'll be walking by the time I turn 1 next month?