Dear Max: ten and eleven months

Dearest Maxwell,

You have stolen my heart.

I love your big, bright blue eyes.

And I love your crooked smile.

You love to blow bubbles.  You're quite the little motor boat.

You love to growl.  It may be your very favorite hobby right now.

You have such an easy smile.  Most of the time anyway.

But other times, you can be so serious and sullen.

I love your long, dark curly eyelashes.

I love your little fingers and hands.

They are always in motion.  Always working and searching.

You are eating so much better now, which is such a relief.

But I think you've been a little spoiled with the sweet stuff.

I worry a lot about you not eating your veggies as you grow up.

If you've found something you like, you scream for more.

You still wake up to eat during the nights.  Which has made for a long year...

You have five teeth now, four new ones in the last two months.

You are still so little and tiny.  You have such sweet little fingers and toes.

You enjoy biting and you laugh every time I say no no.

You are crawling all over the place, exploring everything.

And getting into everything.

You love to click your tongue and pound your hands.

You love to talk and make yourself heard.

And some of the babbles are actually starting to sound like real words.

My favorite so far is when you say "Hi dah," when seeing daddy.

You used to be so brave and fearless, and you loved to play rough.

But now you cry when daddy throws you up in the air.

It must have something to do with crawling and falling a lot lately.  

You know what you want, and that is typically your mommy.

But you do love your daddy and big sister so much.

You still suck your pointer finger.  It's normally in your mouth.

And sometimes when you're upset, you pull on your ears and rub them for comfort.

You like books, ice cream, snow cones, Kathryn's toys, the dishwasher and being held.

You love your bath, shoes, cell phones, remote controls and other babies.

When you are happy you are happy.  But when you're sad, you are sad.

You're usually a little bit grouchy when you wake up, but after some cuddling, you warm right up.

You are a precious boy.  So sweet, cuddly, loving and adorable.

We adore you.  You are such a joy in our life.

And we feel so incredibly blessed to have you as part of our family.

Love Always,

Mommy