The 11th Month.
Can you believe my Ada is 11 months today!? How is this going by so quickly?
I’m trying so hard to savor each moment of chubby baby goodness, but it’s like someone sat on the remote and pressed fast forward, and no one can find it to hit pause.
At 11 months Ada is 20 pounds, and 26 inches tall.
She can walk and say bits and pieces of words. She babbles, shakes her head no, and plays pretend. She eats everything she can get her hands on.
She can drink from a straw and a cup without a lid. She can play patty cake, peek-a-boo, and knows how to call the dog.
She blows kisses, she points at everything to ask what it is. Her favorite animal is a dog and she barks all the time.
She loves to eat peppers and she loves ground beef, and strawberries too. She is terrified of swings, but she will stick her face under the water on purpose and laugh.
She’s like a toddler, no longer a baby.
She used to be so…well not small. She was fat. But she was an infant, and now she’s grown up.
Her cheeks cannot be fully appreciated on camera. You had to see them in person to know. This picture is as close as I can get to how they really looked.
Pure squishy goodness!
Now Ada is big, and mobile. *sigh*
I remember when Rosie was a baby too, sort of. Look how delicate and not fat she was!
Rosie used to very small. She was always in my arms, nursing and snuggling. Now she’s huge. HUGE.
It’s bittersweet, seeing my babies grow up. There’s nothing I can do to slow it down.
The sad thing is I have already forgotten so much of how Rosie was as a baby. I thought I’d remember it forever with clarity, but now I barely do.
Why is that? I can just remember bits and pieces.
This is Rosie at 12 months.
It’s so hard to tell in pictures, but in person they look very different. Rosie has different shaped eyes and they are a different shade of blue.
Ada’s noise points upward and Rosie’s points downward.
They have different shaped lips, and different shaped faces–Rosie had a double chin as a baby, Ada had/has mega cheeks.
Rosie had light blond hair. Ada has dirty blond hair with auburn streaks. Ada’s hair also curls up around her ears when it gets wet, like mine does.
They have completely different ears, Rosie are like elf ears on the tops (like mine) and Ada’s are big rounded ears like my mom’s and my grandpa’s.
Their personalities are opposite too. Rosie was very cautious as a baby. She didn’t like getting dirty or taking risks. Ada would jump off of a cliff if she thought there was some good mud at the bottom to smear in her hair.
People on the internet who don’t really know them like to say how they look just alike. They are so very opposite though, in many ways. Of course they look similar since they are sisters, but they are complimentary to each other…especially in personality.
I love seeing them grow up, I really do. I love finding out who they are. It’s such a surprise to get to know this new little person. You grow them inside your body, but they are unique individuals and when they come out you have to take time getting to know their funny quirks.
It also makes me so excited. I wonder what our next baby will be like. Will the next baby have huge cheeks like Ada?
Or will the next baby be a peanut baby like Rosie was? Rosie was such a delicate baby at only 6 pounds. Ada was like a force of nature, sturdy and ready to rock and roll five minutes after she exited the womb.
Tyler and I both think the next baby will also be a girl. I would love to have three girls. (Not to say I would be the least bit disappointed in a boy, something new and different!)
Of course I want to wait a year or so before we meet this next baby, since I need time to fully appreciate Ada’s babyhood.
But the suspense! Kind of mind blowing to think the egg full of DNA to create my future child is just sitting inside of me right now waiting for fate to jump start it onto the path of becoming a full human being.
I guess all of the garden planning and spring time has me thinking about seeds sprouting and the trillion waiting eggs inside of my body…
I sound crazy. Maybe it’s hormones. You should SEE the pimples on my face, holy crap dude.
I should go kiss sleeping Rosie, and then snuggle Ada in bed right now while she’s still a baby. Eleven months. One month from now we’ll be celebrating her first birthday, and you can bet little sister will be partaking of some messy cake.