First, an apology to my darling son for completely skipping the 10 month update. Sorry, Ian, Mommy got distracted- by you!
Ian is 11 months old now. 11 months is a scary number. It reminds you that your little boy is about to turn one year old and that there are only a few blissful days of babyhood left.
At 11 months Ian can sit up unsupported, crawl on hands and knees, use the pincer grasp to pick up rice krispies (and everything else he finds to eat, including ladybugs - EEW), pull to a standing position, babble Da-Da and “og-og”, and drive his brother crazy.
Ian still doesn’t sleep through the night (or for more than 5 hours at a stretch, usually more like 3 or 4), wave bye-bye, say Ma-ma (traitor), or understand why he can’t gnaw on electrical cords.
This past month we’ve been to the zoo (he was supremely unimpressed), gone for a few long walks back when it was warm, played in the yard, and sustained any number of bonks to the head. It’s a good thing the gi-normous melon is so solid, because wow does the boy ever have a knack for getting walloped in the skull.
This past month was also Ian’s first Easter. He liked playing with the plastic eggs and the basket, but seemed uninterested in the stuffed animals.
He’s still on Zantac for his reflux. The reflux seemed to be all but gone last month but has come back with a vengeance, now. His tear duct in his left eye is still blocked. I keep putting off calling the eye surgeon, hoping that if I ignore the problem it will clear up on its own. I call it the “Scarlett O’Hara school of medicine”
That’s all for now, I have to keep him from pulling the DVD player down on his head. Did I mention that he’s abnormally prone to bonks on the head?
PS: click on the photo to see more Easter pictures.
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