Brixton: 11 Months

Yep, my baby boy is *this close* to turning one.  I'm so excited for him!  His personality is continuing to develop.  He's crawling, says a few words (night-night, banana), eats like a champion, is only taking one nap, seems to still be a ways off from walking (hooray) and I love him more and more.

That being said, we have our bad days.  Days when mama is tired.  Days when baby is crabby.  Days where both of us have had it up to "there".  When I put him to bed on nights like that, I feel a sense of relief. "Good, he's sleeping."  Then, just a few hours later he enters my thoughts.  The smiles, the chubby hands, the open-mouthed kisses, the overly-aggressive hugs.  And I miss him. Despite the hard times, despite the bad times, I want to hold him right then, again, in those moments.  

**Disclaimer**  I have no idea what happened to his hair.  

Just today I fed Brixton some mixed veggies, which he wasn't really into.  In an effort to get him some nutrition, I hid a pea on the fork under the noodles he was enjoying.  He opened his mouth and I popped in the contraband.  He chewed thoughtfully for a moment, his face giving nothing away.  And then, like second nature, he opened his tiny bird mouth and out rolled the pea. Determined, this one.

I have a mole on my right hand, between my pointer finger and thumb.  It's faded in time, but when I was younger it served as part of my imagination, as a dinosaur's eye or some other nonsense. Let's just say for a mole, it was really fun.  Guess who also has a mole on the right hand, between the pointer finger and the thumb?

Genes are amazing, no?