Hi folks. Today this update is coming at you from fabulous Duluth Georgia, where we are stuck while I wait for my rescheduled flight home to Indiana. But never mind that. We’re another month down…which means a mere 30 (31?) days until SOMETHING I AM VERY MUCH IN DENIAL ABOUT. Boo hoo hoo. Guess I’ll just have to start in on the next one. Har. The answer to that questions varies from day to day and is largely influenced by how much sleep Ambrose is getting. This month? Not so much.
Ambrose at Eleven Months: The Stats
Weight: 20ish pounds
Length: Let me get back to you on that one.
Diaper size: Still size 3’s in disposable…which is largely what he’s been wearing for the past week due to some ultra toxic diarrhea. Poor kid! Snaps on the cloth diapers haven’t changed, but I do experiment with rise and the weight tightness. In any case, he won’t be wearing cloth diapers until we go back home to Alabama…next year! (Yuk yuk.)
Clothing size: Mostly 12 months at this point.
Nicknames: Sweets, Sweet Potato, all variations of Bub.
Health: Tooth #7 (one of the lower lateral incisors, yes I just looked that up) popped through earlier this week, and what a pain, man. I’m almost certain its pardner is right behind it. Aforementioned diarrhea cramped our style for several days, but seems to be gone now — I’m not entirely certain whether it was teething-related or caused by a stomach bug I got last week but holy cow the kid could clear a room. The genital issue of last month turns out to be not a huge issue, just something we’re keeping an eye on. (Though we did drive the entire way to Jacksonville and back for a five minute appointment to determine that.)
Sleep: What is sleep? *sighs deeply, then begins weeping* Ambrose has slept entirely through the night maaaaybe five times in the last month. Naps have gone to pot too. I think we’re close to a resolution, but now everything is about to be messed up with this trip home and then up to Canada on Tuesday.
Diet: Still a combo of milk and table foods. And recently the BRAT(Y) diet to try and kill the poops. Nursing has gotten even more frustrating, if that’s possible. Thanksgiving went pretty well. Ambrose was asleep during the actual meal, but I made him a plate when he woke up and he consumed an entire dinner roll, bite by bite, like an adult human.
Loves: Still a big fan of Blanky. Things that make noise and flap books. Standing and sitting and crawling ad infinitum. Wheels. Being tossed on the bed. Clearing Dad’s nightstand, systematically, every morning.
Dislikes: Avocados, still. Getting ready for bed. Sitting still!
Milestones: I think going from crawling to sitting is a new one. He’s also very good at getting down from standing now. And our first speech imitation!
Speech: On Tuesday I noticed that Ambrose was pretty consistently imitating me every time I would tell him that his cow toy goes moooo. Now I’m trying to work on baaaa and of course, always, dada. Also I swear he said Mama with meaning on Tuesday as well, but he hasn’t really done it since, so. We’ll see.
Baby Gear Love: I actually don’t think there’s anything new this month! Although he is currently taking a nap in the hotel-provided Pack and Play, which is super nice. I don’t know if it’s worth it to purchase one for ourselves at this point, but I might try and borrow one for our trip to Canada.