...eleven months...

Eleven months olds, walking like a champ (almost), and learning what summer is really about: 
...dripping watermelon juice everywhere
...drinking from hoses
...walking barefoot in the grass
...playing in the water
...and being half naked most of the time

She's learned to wave, although she likes to pretend she doesn't know how when I ask her to perform on cue.  Nothing new there.
She loves baby dolls.  She pats, hugges, kisses, and rocks her babies.  Then she bites them.
She loves animals - stuffed ones and real ones - and treats them both with the same level of over-enthusiastic afffection.
She doesn't crawl anymore at all, she much prefers to walk or be carried.
She has begun directing us to where she wants to go when we carry her.  So bossy.
She tries to run, even though she hasn't mastered walking yet, which has resulted in a never-ending series of bruises on her face.
She makes up for her lack of vocabulary with the volume of her voice.
She's still not a big eater, although she always has room for Cheerios.
Only three teeth still - I'm enjoying the mostly toothless grin while it lasts.
She loves music and dances anytime she hears any.
She's very independent at times, and at other times, she still needs her mama. Thank goodness for that.
She's a doll, a joy, a beautiful, smart, amazing little person.
I feel so lucky to be her mama.