Happy ELEVEN month birthday! I'm shouting eleven out of shock and dread, not really excitement. You see, in my mind you are still my teensy tiny baby boy. And when I write these letters I'm hit with the harsh reality that you are becoming a toddler quite rapidly. And, I know from experience how quickly toddlerhood turns into little boyhood. Sob!
You are a giant, baby. You weigh 22 pounds and are 36 inches long (maybe bigger now) which is the 90th percentile for both categories. You wear size 12 month clothes and you live to eat! You take about 26 ounces of formula a day and eat 3 big meals. You love love love food, and I'm thankful for your good appetite and adventurous (for now) palate.
Love, you are constantly on the move. I've decided that your intention isn't to be mobile so much as it is to cause yourself bodily harm. You are happiest when trying to electrocute yourself, fall down a flight of stairs, pull a table over, or bash your head into a fireplace. Basically, you keep us busy and I have a strong feeling that you will be walking sooner than we think.
Judes, you love music. If we sing you will clap and dance. You love to drum on toys and tabletops and seem to have good rhythm. You can say a few new words this month: go, miiii (milk), and gu gu (Gus Gus). Liam is still your favorite, even though he doesn't always share with you, you always want mama to hold you, and nearly combust with joy every time dada walks into the room.
Baby Jude, you are sweet and stubborn and wonderful. We are loving getting to see your personality emerge. You are definitely going to be a feisty little love, and we wouldn't have it any other way. Thanks for being a cuddle bug and for loving us all so much. Your smiles and squeals are the best! We love you so very much.
Love you forever, and ever,
Also, happy birthday to your JuJu! It's only fitting that you share the days of the month that you were born since your name is partly after hers! We love you JuJu!
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