Happy eleven months, my little friend!
And here we are another month gone!
John is the FUNNEST kid. He is just a clown and loves making us laugh.
I feel like he really grew up in the last two weeks. February 25th or 26th, he got sick with RSV. I took him to the doctor because it looked like he was having an asthma attack or something - he was using every muscle in his body to be able to breathe wheezy breaths. I was totally panicky. His O2 levels were fine, though, so we never had to go to the hospital with him (for which I am SO. VERY. GRATEFUL.), but we still had to ride out the virus, which was super painful for everyone. My boy is a cuddle monkey and as a limp-noodle sick baby, all he wanted to do was rock in the chair with me all day long. All. Day. Long. Which in itself wouldn't be so bad, but I have another child around here somewhere who also needs looking after. It was challenging.
Wait... this isn't Toad. Whaaa?
About a week after he turned 10 months, he got up on his hands and knees to crawl and has never looked back! I didn't think I was ever going to have a standard crawler, but here he is, wiggly diaper tush and all. He's learned that if he wants something he has to get it quickly or his sister's going to beat him to it. - he's gotten really fast on his hands and knees. He's still cruising, this has become a more popular method of locomotion. He will walk with the doll stroller or holding one of our hands, but he's so much faster on all fours, he'll often just be done and drop down and speed away. He's taken some steps on his own - still sort of faith-diving into awaiting arms - but he doesn't seem too interested in making it official just yet.
Lucy likes to help him walk.
Johnny never stops moving. Ever. Even in his sleep, we hear him crawling across his crib and bonking his head on the other side. My Bubba has started calling him a honey badger Shake Weight mostly because of that one really hard night when we started night weaning (FINALLY. Kid was so skinny he was spoiled with nursing any time of day or night he wanted it). John was reeeeeaaallly mad and just not having his dad trying to get him back to sleep.
In fact, most of the pictures I take of him look like this:
Really the best part of this kid is his sense of humor, though. He knows somehow what's funny and will often start a fake laugh just to get us to join in. He loves playing peek-a-boo and patty cake and soooo big. He loves throwing things to see if they bounce. He's a master of the putting-things-in-and-taking-them-out game and also quite good at the give-it-to-you-now-take-it-back game.
This kid is pretty cool. I think we'll keep him around for a while.