If you notice on Julianna's birthday countdown ticker to the left, she is 11 months old today. Which means a few things.
One, she's almost a year old! For almost a year I have had a daughter. I have watched her change from this tiny little stranger into a sweet, funny, active, baby who I feel like I've known forever.
Two, she's on the move. She is starting more and more to let go of the furniture or her brothers and stand on her own for a few seconds or take an unaided step toward me.
Three, I haven't taken nearly enough pictures of her. There are lots, but is there really ever enough?
Four, I need to make some hair decisions for her. Bangs or none? Part or no part? Short or long? I need help here. I never had this problem with the boys.
Five, I have officially decided to give up on her ever using a pacifier. I have tried every kind they make and she just swings it around or hits it on things or chews on the wrong side or throws it behind her crib. At least I won't have to worry about getting rid of it.
Six, I need to start letting her feed herself with a spoon. She prefers finger foods that she can eat by herself, but eventually, like by her first date, she will need to know how to properly use silverware.
Seven, it's time to go through her clothes again to see what she's outgrown. Hopefully she can wear the especially cute outfits one more time.
Eight, birthday party details need to be completed so that I can begin the task of preparation for the all important first birthday.
Nine, I really have to find what I want to get her for her birthday online since I can't find it in town. It's one of those dolls with the button and zipper and shoe to tie. You know the one. Oh, and don't tell her what she's getting. :)
Ten, she is starting to talk. She says "mama" and "dada" and "Mother, could you please ask your sons to refrain from exasperating me." Okay, she really doesn't say the last one, but you know she thinks it!
And eleven, Julianna being 11 months old means that time is going too fast. Just way too fast.
7 comments:
Can babies this age learn to use spoons? See, these are things I just don't know! Lily would have been headed off to kindergarten with me spooning the oatmeal right into her mouth. And also, I'm going through the same hair decisions. It's starting to get into her eyes and I don't want to do bangs, but it seems like it would be a little easier. Sigh!
I went for bangs with Erika, but please don't make the same mistake as I did and cut her bangs WAY too short!
I think you have a little time to decide about the hair. She's not looking shaggy just yet! And my advice? Although I don't have a girl, it seems that waiting to see what her hair wants to do would be prudent. I do know about trying to force hair to do what it doesn't want to. Want to see some pictures of my previous perms?
I so cant believe she is almost 1.... where has the time gone....
LOL@Bangs.... I think you doodles are just so funny with your messed up words...... they aint called 'bangs' they are called 'fringes' of course.... you daft bugger...
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Alyson, I think now I'll just give her a spoon with the finger food she's eating so she can get used to it. I don't really remember when the boys started using spoons. Wait...they still don't use spoons! :)
April, it seems like it's a rite of passage for moms to cut too short bangs. Thanks for the warning.
Kathy, you're right. She doesn't really have enough hair to worry about just yet. And the waiting seems like a good idea.
Marmie, I am totally going to call bangs "fringes" from now on. I love your non-messed up words!
I've got it. Lets take her picture and then put go to one of those websites that lets you look at different hair styles on your face. That would be so fun. They might just have the baby Suri bob and then you would know.
And...I'm SURE she has outgrown some clothes so go ahead take a looksy and then bring them to mom's house. hee hee
Ada, that would be fun. We could give her the Rachel and the Farrah, too. :)
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