|Lucy and her new baby, Rachie (my baby doll)|
Height: 30.5 inches
Weight: 20 pounds
Head: 90-95th percentile
|My sweet sleeper on her last night as an 11 month old.|
She's still nursing full-time, which was a huge blessing (and relief) to me this past week as she's fought to cut four teeth at once -- all on the top. My poor girl didn't have much of an appetite, and would only nurse, but seemed to rally just in time for her birthday and ate whatever I offered today.
Lucy still isn't walking, though I'm convinced she was on the cusp of taking off before she was knocked out by teething (see my previous post). She motors around on all fours, getting into mischief, hiding behind doors, playing peek-a-boo, opening (and emptying) drawers, and hiding things in my boots that I find when I'm in a rush to get out the door.
|The nose-crinkle is a new favorite!|
Lucy says hi and ba ba (bye bye) accompanied by a wave, mama, dada, and oh! She can sign "more" and "all done" and understands the sign for eat, nurse, orange, water, and drink, but so far only responds to them with a grin. As I said before, she's tenacious and she's decided that two signs are quite enough. If she's displeased with a situation or wants to be done or somewhere else, she signs all done or waves and says bye bye. If she wants something (especially if it's out of reach or she's been told "no"), she asks for "more" with the most pleading puppy dog eyes. It's really hard not to give in, but we persevere, even when our sweet girl turns into a very demanding, angry little minion.
I can see glimpses of her toddler-self emerging, and I know we'll have our hands full guiding her strong-willed nature into positive avenues.
After a rough week, it was a blessing and a joy to see her spunky self shine through today. We had a surprise visit from auntie and cousins and she dove into Noah's arms when she saw him. She giggled with me playing peek-a-boo behind the door, and outright laughed when daddy tossed her in the air. Our sweet Ms. Magoosey is back!
|Too many pictures, mama!|