11 Months Old

You will never guess what showed up for Annabelle on Christmas Eve.  Her first tooth popped through her gums!  She’s still working on getting it to come in all the way, but it’s on its way there.  I guess she got her Christmas wish after all.  

Speaking of Christmas, Annabelle got sooooo many gifts.  We can’t even walk through our living room without stepping or tripping over a toy.  I’ve decided to hide a few and will rotate them out so she doesn’t have too many out at one time.  That seems to be working pretty good so far.  It’s even helped to keep her occupied while I’m logged in for work.  When she gets antsy, I pull out a toy she hasn’t played with and she’s occupied for a little while.  I don’t think I can fit anymore though, so we’re hoping she won’t get any for her Birthday.  (Hint…Hint…Grandma’s and Grandpa) 

She’s getting pretty good at standing without holding on to anything for several seconds before she gets scared and grabs onto something or sits down.  She also walks pretty well along stuff.  I’m thinking she’ll probably be walking by her Birthday.  I’ve been wrong before, so I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. She’s also really good at helping Daddy with her diaper laundry.

Do you think she’ll be a drummer when she grows up?

Or maybe she’ll be a train conductor?

She has also climbed her first stair.  That’s all she did though, was one stair.  This little girl has no fear and I'm picturing a tumble in the future.  We have baby gates up, but I’m sure a tumble will come at some point.  I just hope it’s not a bad one. 

That’s all for now.  We hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and a safe and happy New Year!

In Loving Memory of Grandpa Steve

As many of you know, Mason’s Dad had a stroke after Thanksgiving and was in a rehab center until he passed a few days before Christmas. This post is special, just for Annabelle.

Annabelle, you probably won’t remember your Grandpa Steve, but we want you to know how much he loved you!  The day you were born, he was one of the first visitors to come see you.  We didn’t even have a chance to call anyone and let them know you were here.  He was already at the hospital ready to see you before Mommy was even taken to the recovery room. 

He made sure to come see you at least once (if not a couple times) each week.  He was convinced your favorite color was red and even bought you a little hat he found in the store, just because it was red and he was sure you would like it.  He also enjoyed getting down on the floor with you and helping you play with your toys. 

Every time he saw you, he lit up.  You made him so very happy and he was so proud to be your Grandpa.

In Loving Memory of Grandpa Steve.