Better late than never- Happy 11 months...

Yes, you are actually 11 1/2 months now, but it's been such a busy few weeks with my birthday, then Isabella's and then Avery's, that I haven't had much time/energy to work on posting to the blog. Eleven whole months...and a half...it's hard to believe that a year ago I couldn't wait to get you out...I had already been in the hospital with preterm labor several times and felt like I was going to burst, had extreme pain when I walked...and more...and now that's all such a distant memory, even though in some ways it feels like just yesterday. This past month with you has been so much fun (but really, they all have been...just in different ways). This month was particularly fun because your already fun personality has begun to blossom even more. You are funny for the mere purpose of being funny. I love it. For this reason, you have inherited the nickname, "Cheeseball", compliments of Daddy. You just act so much older, too. You shake your head yes, and no, and sometimes get them right. Still not sleeping well, and are wearing a thin spot on the back of your sweet little noggin. You still have more hair than your brother and sister did, though. You discovered your nostrils this month and can often be found with your adorable little finger resting in your adorable little nose. Not picking...just resting. I love your little nose. I kiss it a million times a day. You are standing well on your own now and have been a little daredevil with letting go of things. We think you will walk earlier than your big sister and brother did. As always, we love everything about you and every second we spend with you, our sweet angel.