You woke up at a ridiculously early hour the other day. I tried to get you back to sleep in your crib, but you refused to be left alone so I brought you into our bed so we all could get a little bit more sleep before the day's routine began. True to form, I was never really able to go back to sleep. So instead I laid there with you sleeping on my chest reflecting on where we were a year ago... In most likely a very similar position. Only you were much smaller and hearing my heart beat from the inside instead of through my chest. That moment summed up the last 11 months quite beautifully.
This month you have started to develop a sense of independence. You'll crawl into your room to play with your books by yourself, which makes me all sorts of proud. You'll crawl into other rooms to explore what wonders they hold. And yet there are still times when I cannot set you down without you crying and looking so pitiful. I must admit that while it is frustrating at times that you won't let me do something as simple as put you down to work on dinner or go switch the laundry over, the sight of you reaching for me brings a joy to my heart that I have a hard time putting into words.
There's a trend that's been popular online for several months now called Throwback Thursday. The idea is that you post a picture of yourself from some point in your past. There are no rules for what kind of picture or how long ago it had to have been. Today I shared one of me, your Aunt Lola and our cousins as little girls having one of our many sleepovers in our grandparents' living room. As I looked at this picture today, I thought about the sleepovers you have in your future with your cousins. You girls are going to have so much fun together, and I am so excited to see it.
You are so close to walking. You're cruising around as much as you can and still like using our hands or your walker to practice in the middle of the room where you can't hold onto anything. You've even started to stand up on your own without holding onto anything for about 10 seconds or so before you fall down. Earlier this week you were standing in your doorway, and I was trying to get you to take a step towards me without holding my hand. I could see how badly you wanted to. It won't be long now.
Happy 11 months, baby girl.