T minus one month...

My baby is 11 months old! What?! 11 months?! A few months ago, I didn't think we'd survive to see the day!

As of late, Laik's favorites are as follows:

--walking everywhere (without regard for thresholds, corners, etc.) Kev said he looks like a drunken sailor; my mom says he looks like Frankenstein.

--his daddy and all things that involve daddy.

--jumping up and down in his crib

--water (preferably from a water bottle, but usually a sippy cup, per mom's insistance)

--shouting nonsensical words at the top of his lungs... in public places

--playing the drop-an-item-and-watch-mama/daddy-pick-it-up game (on repeat!)

--learning the word "no" (okay, not a fave)

--"how big is Laiken?"

--teething tablets!

--giving an unbelievable amount of kissies (as mama calls them)

--anything edible

--again, daddy

In a few weeks, we will have a TODDLER! a WHOLE MILK DRINKER! a BOTTLE-FREE TODDLER! A PACI-FREE TODDLER! (Okay, one thing at a time, Mom!)