Eleven months old! I STILL only have two bottom teeth. I'm finally crawling with my belly off the ground, and I'm pulling up on and walking along everything I can. I haven't seen the likes of a paci in over a month, which means transitioning to naps has become a little tougher, but I'm still sleeping like a champ at night. I love to pull wipes out of the wipes container, books off of the bookshelf, and anything and everything out of mama's purse. Daddy taught me to play catch, stack blocks, and put away my toys. Sometimes I think it's fun and I do it with him, but other times I act like I have no clue what he's talking about. I'm less gentle with the kitties every day and mama doesn't seems to appreciate that, neither do the kitties. I've pinched my fingers in my car seat, the kitchen cabinets, and the collapsing tv tray. There are many of risks involved in exploring. I weigh 17 lbs 6 oz and I'm still in 9 month clothes, but I've started to thin out in my face a bit and look more like a big girl every day.
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