eleven...

months, that is.

Rowan turned 11 months yesterday!

I am just finding it so hard to believe.

At eleven months...

You my sweet, precious, 24.2 pound boy are...

wearing size 4 diapers.

wearing size 12-24 months clothes.

saying "mama" and "dada".

We think you said "dog" yesterday at your

G-ma and Papa's house.

cutting your third tooth.

enjoying riding in your red wagon and playing

in your baby pool.

just like momma when you get hot...those cheeks turn bright red!

eating lots and lots of table food.

You tried chicken and a peach for the first time on Saturday.

You loved both of them!

so BUSY! Momma feels like a broken record. I constantly

tell you "no-no". We have started "popping" you on the hand.

(This stage makes me feel like I am a horrible mom.)

still taking 3-4 bottles a day...

but we started introducing whole milk last Friday.

So far, so good!

still takin two naps...well sometimes it is only one long one!

destroying the house. You love to knock stuff off of tables

and throw stuff. Oh...just making momma crazy.

showing no sign of walking...and I am so ok with that.

such a joy!

We are so glad you are ours and

every day we love you more!