Dear Max,
Here it is...the big one. You are 12 months (1 year old) at last! Aren't you proud of Mommy and Daddy for getting you this far?
You are starting to show your stubborn side. You have been able to stand independently for quite a while. You speed through the house with your walking toys, barely touching them for balance. We know you could take steps if you wanted to. But no matter how much we tempt you and try to bribe you to walk towards us, you just grin and drop to your knees to crawl. Silly baby.
I was surprised at how easily we had transitioned to regular milk and almost all table foods. I should have known you were trying to fool me. Over the past week, we have taken two steps back. All of a sudden, you don't want to pick up your food and eat, you want to be spoon fed - baby food. You have even been turning up your nose at bread...your favorite staple! And you don't want milk either. Aren't you a little young for a hunger strike? No more reading about Gandhi in this house.
Max, you are a laughing machine. You love to be tickled and chased, and just blowing on your face will send you into hysterics. Each time you giggle, it shows off all those new teeth...six and counting. Your laugh makes us laugh. I cannot remember a time in my life when I laughed so often each day. You bring so much joy to the simplest events. Thank you for the gift of you and the best 12 months.
Love, Mommy
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