You are nearly 11 months old now. Here are some things I'm loving about you:
I love how you roll over from one side of our bed to the other in 5 seconds.
I love when I come into your room after a nap and you push yourself up on your hands and give me a huge grin, like you've been waiting excitedly to see me.
I love how you scoot in a circle on your butt without even trying, just because you're so eager to see everything around you.
I love when you clap your hands.
I love when you wave, clenching and unclenching both little fists.
I love your growl.
I love when you brush your own hair.
I love your open-mouthed kisses that get my face all slobbery.
I love when you cry at night and I get to go in and spend time with you. That's when you're at your cuddliest. I love when you pat my back as I pat yours.
I love reading books with you. You're so good at turning the pages for me. You're very helpful.
I love to watch you dance, bouncing up and down on your little bum.
I love to watch you feed yourself with a 75% success rate.
I love when you point at my mouth with your little finger, waiting for me to kiss or nibble it, and the grin that follows.
I love when you sing with me.
I love that you are strong-willed, and even that you have a temper. I pray that these will become a strength instead of a weakness, and that you will become a strong leader, not a follower, who knows what she wants and how to get it.