Waylon: 11 Months

HEIGHT & WEIGHT

3o Inches and I-don’t-know-how-many pounds. I’d compare his weight to a large pumpkin. How much do large pumpkins weigh?

EATS

Grapes with a side of grapes, peas, asparagus, corn, curry, cheerios, strawberries, iced tea (oops), ice cream (double oops), any sautéed veggies, salsa, chicken, hamburger, bread, noodles, yogurt, cheese, anything on our plates, anything he’s not supposed to eat.

 THROWS ON FLOOR

Eggs, avocado, bananas.

LOVES

Evenings, swimming, water, cars, books, balls, babies, the garden trowel, dirt, rocks, bugs, trash, anything gross (yellow toilet water!), anything off limits (yellow toilet water!), anything unhelpful (unfolding all the wash), sleeping in, being chased, being naked, sharing his half eaten pretzel, snacks, dad.

 HATES

Mornings, stop lights, being ignored, being restrained, getting a new diaper or a new set of clothes.

11 MONTHS WITH WAYLON

11 months later and we are still those babbling, giggling, overly impressed parents you avoid at the grocery store. Every milestone, every development, and we are jumping around shouting, “Our son is a genius!” It is so annoying.

It is also not uncommon to hear the following conversation:

Austin: Somebody has a poopy diaper!!

Me: Does somebody have a poopy diaper?!

Austin: Look who has a poopy diaper!

Me: Look at you having a poopy diaper!

It’s wild in our house.

Oh Senor Waylon, you plague me. You follow me around all day knocking over my books and pulling out my plants. I’ll turn my back for a minute and you’ve crammed five pebbles in your mouth. What is wrong with you? Why are you always eating pebbles?

I suppose I just need to face the fact that in less than a month you’ll be a bonafide toddler. It’s horrifying, really. The day I got pregnant is the day I started panicking about having one of you; a screaming, crying, snotty, irrational mess throwing tantrums on the bathroom floor. I don’t know what to do with you sometimes. You are mad, I am mad, and then the smoke detector’s going off because I forgot about the brownies and we all end up crying.

At least you’re a cuddler. Oh those morning cuddles. Lately you’ve been sleeping in until 9:30, wedged safely in my armpit and dreaming with your eyelids fluttering and your arms flung over mine. I don’t know anything sweeter.

Thank you for those cuddles and for being so patient with me. Thank you for your sloppy kisses and sing-song voices. Thank you for eating your vegetables and asking me to read books ten times a day.

You are loved.

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21 comments

  1. I think pumpkins don’t weight that much. Or do they? I do not know how much pumpkins weigh.

    This was a useless comment.

  2. Why are you always eating pebbles?!

    Funny.

    You’re doing great, mama. Love these monthly updates. I remember the days, makes me want another one!

  3. he is always dressed so cute! too bad he hates getting his clothes on. why do they hate that!?! so annoying.

  4. Oh, Waylon!
    Toddlerhood is not that scary. Molars, those are the devil. Fear the molars.
    But toddlerhood, that’s fun. Just this morning Isla June and I were playing naked peekaboo/hide-and-seek (she was naked, not me, because that would just be weird). It was so incredibly sweet.
    Never mind the fact that she was naked because she REFUSED to put on a diaper. Just focus on the cute naked baby, I mean, toddler.
    It’s all what you make of it. :)

  5. LOL he and Tommy have the same “hates” list–especially diaper changes and changing clothes.

    Also, you are very blessed you haven’t had the tantrums yet. Tommy started at 10 months :P He is five days shy of turning one so we’ve had this for a little while. Of course the “tantrum” is just an all out scream-at-the-top-of-his-lungs when I tell him he can’t touch the flat screen TV or the dog’s water bowl. No kicking yet, thankfully!

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