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finneas at eleven months.

finneas turned eleven months old yesterday, which is crazy because it means that in less than four weeks, this tiny guy will be a year old.  it shocks me to my very core.  where does the time go?  and how in the world will this tiny man be a big brother in six short months?  i don't even want to think about that.


yes, this photo is blurry, but it's the best one i got this month, and i'll show you why in a sec.

player's stats:

weight: 17.8 pounds (second percentile - he finally gained a percentile point this month!)
height: 29.5 inches (50th percentile)
signature move: el tigre. 

he started dancing, which melts. my. heart. 

he's still in 9 month clothing.

he rarely ever says the words he knows, but he's been sick the last few days, and when he gets really miserable or wants to be held he just liquifies and gets all, 'mamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.'

he still takes two naps a day, one from about 10 - 12:30, and again from about 2 - 4:30.  he conks out for the night around 6:30, we wake him up and feed him before we go to be, and then he wakes up between 8 and 9 the next morning.  he sleeps a lot.  no complaints.

he's been spending more time in the playpen lately, partly for my own convenience so i don't lose track of him and have to go looking for him.  with an easily-accessible back stairway and an unfinished kitchen floor, he has a 75% chance of involuntarily winding up in the basement at some point, and if i go down there looking for him, i'll probably have to justify doing some laundry while i'm there.  so i avoid that by putting him in the playpen.  but really, he spends most of his time in there for his own protection:  he's always either eating questionable bits from under the dining table, or he's being squashed to oblivion by his siblings.  i swear that pack and play has saved his life.  he hates it, but that's a small price to pay in the grand scheme of things, right?

he's been working on cutting molars for the last month and a half, and i'm thinking he should just throw in the towel.  who really needs molars, anyway?  they're too much work, and cause too much crabbiness, that i say they're overrated.

his favorite toy right now is a tiny travel-sized tube of lotion.  not sure why, but he loves that thing to the death.

and that's about it!


 
he was NOT into staying put.  that pretty much sums up eleven months.

1 comment :

todd said...

thanks for taking these pictures