Last Friday, on the 22nd January, my baby boy turned 11 months old.
I’ve always heard parents describe their little ones as being ‘into everything’ and now I know what that means! Nothing is safe these days. When we’re at home his absolute favourite thing to be doing is tearing around the living room as fast as he can crawl, destroying everything in his path. He’s hilarious to watch, and watch him you must! Frey received so many lovely toys for Christmas but they don’t hold his attention for very long. The remote control however, or the phone, or the kindling basket.. they’re the best things ever
This past week, he has also started to move things, instead of just throwing things about. So in the kindling basket, there is now a plastic stacking cup and a coaster. There is a roll of sellotape and another coaster on the windowsill. I sat on a pine cone on the sofa this evening, and all of my framed pictures that used to sit on the table are piled up next to me, as they have had their stands yanked off and won’t stand up any more!
Frey is getting very confident at pulling himself to his feet, and once or twice has ‘cruised’ between pieces of furniture. He’s stood without holding on to anything three times, before he falls down onto his bum!
He received some Christmas money from his grandparents, so I bought him this walker. He’s still a bit small for it though, even though I have tried to show him how it works by walking around the room with it which he finds hilarious, and will sit and laugh at me!
He loves being chased too, it’s always a game. However this includes nappy change time, which is becoming a serious work out for me as I crawl around after him and grab his little legs as he squeals with laughter!
This happened!! On Friday 15th January Frey went to sleep at 7pm and when I was woken by his cries and stumbled sleepily over to retrieve him from his cot I thought I must still be dreaming when I saw the time was 6.45am! It hasn’t happened again since, but it gives me a lot of hope! And doesn’t he look pleased with himself? He was in a great mood that day, as was I!
Mealtimes are unfortunately becoming a little bit of a battle. Breakfast is usually absolutely fine, but Frey doesn’t seem to find lunchtime or teatime much fun anymore, and will very regularly turn his head away, clamp his mouth shut and cry whenever I offer him anything on a spoon, without even tasting it. If it’s finger food then it will be thrown straight on the floor. He tried to throw strawberries topped with peanut butter on the floor today but I was ready and caught them. And delicious they were too, but seeing mummy eating doesn’t seem to work any more either. It’s strange as he used to love mealtimes once we got through the first month or so of weaning. I do hope that it’s just a phase!
Frey has never got on well with a sippy cup, so I bought him a cup with a straw and I was SO proud when he worked out pretty quickly how to use it. He looked very pleased too, looking from me to the cup and back with a big grin!
As always, you are my joy and my world little bear. I love you so so much. Happy 11 months!
Back at the end of December, it was a normal early evening at our house…