Housekeeping at Eleven Months
Dear Milo:
This weekend you celebrated your eleven month birthday. Only one more month until you celebrate your first birthday with, if all goes according to plan, a homemade zucchini cupcake and a long nap. Then Daddy and I will go out to dinner and celebrate the fact that neither one of us is in labor.
This month you told your first joke, although given that you are eleven months old it was physical comedy, not linguistic. You sat in your crib and, as I watched, purposely fell over repeatedly. We laughed together, and then the doorbell rang so I went to answer it. When I came back into your room, the second you saw me you fell over and cracked up. You were waiting for me to come back so you could immediately fall over, and you had perfect comic timing. I laughed so hard I had to sit down, and you laughed so hard you turned bright red. It felt great to share a joke with you.
This month was also your first visit to the Museum of Natural History. I'm not sure which you loved more: the dinosaurs, the stuffed monkeys, or licking the plastic information placards. But either way, it was my favorite visit to the museum of all time. Steven said it was the best time he'd had there too. By the end of our visit, as nap time was nearing, we both got anxious about showing you the giant whale, which was a room we remembered fondly from our visits as children. I spent a lot of time as a kid at not only the New York natural history museum, but also New Haven's Peabody Museum, which has a nice collection of dinosaurs and, instead of a big whale, a giant squid. I couldn't quite remember which museum had the whale and which one had the giant squid, so I spent the last half hour of our visit walking through the Museum of Natural History muttering, "Where's the motherfucking giant squid?".
Eventually we found the squid, which turned out to be a whale, and I think it was a little bit to big for you to comprehend, so you mostly ignored it. But you loved the big, dark room with the big empty space on the floor beneath the whale, and you squealed with delight and pointed at assorted objects in the room while crawling all around the floor.
You pick up new words every day. A sampling of words you understand: light, hat, foot, cat, dog, bird, book, broom, car, teeth, ears, up, belly, burp, rice cake, banana, give, ball.
You are still the happiest, smiliest baby on the block. You are also into everything all the time. You are finally crawling, although you still prefer standing and cruising. Yesterday you figured out how to crawl over a step for the first time. You pretended it was no big deal, but I know you were excited about it.
Keep smiling, little chicken.
Love,
Mommy
This weekend you celebrated your eleven month birthday. Only one more month until you celebrate your first birthday with, if all goes according to plan, a homemade zucchini cupcake and a long nap. Then Daddy and I will go out to dinner and celebrate the fact that neither one of us is in labor.
This month you told your first joke, although given that you are eleven months old it was physical comedy, not linguistic. You sat in your crib and, as I watched, purposely fell over repeatedly. We laughed together, and then the doorbell rang so I went to answer it. When I came back into your room, the second you saw me you fell over and cracked up. You were waiting for me to come back so you could immediately fall over, and you had perfect comic timing. I laughed so hard I had to sit down, and you laughed so hard you turned bright red. It felt great to share a joke with you.
This month was also your first visit to the Museum of Natural History. I'm not sure which you loved more: the dinosaurs, the stuffed monkeys, or licking the plastic information placards. But either way, it was my favorite visit to the museum of all time. Steven said it was the best time he'd had there too. By the end of our visit, as nap time was nearing, we both got anxious about showing you the giant whale, which was a room we remembered fondly from our visits as children. I spent a lot of time as a kid at not only the New York natural history museum, but also New Haven's Peabody Museum, which has a nice collection of dinosaurs and, instead of a big whale, a giant squid. I couldn't quite remember which museum had the whale and which one had the giant squid, so I spent the last half hour of our visit walking through the Museum of Natural History muttering, "Where's the motherfucking giant squid?".
Eventually we found the squid, which turned out to be a whale, and I think it was a little bit to big for you to comprehend, so you mostly ignored it. But you loved the big, dark room with the big empty space on the floor beneath the whale, and you squealed with delight and pointed at assorted objects in the room while crawling all around the floor.
You pick up new words every day. A sampling of words you understand: light, hat, foot, cat, dog, bird, book, broom, car, teeth, ears, up, belly, burp, rice cake, banana, give, ball.
You are still the happiest, smiliest baby on the block. You are also into everything all the time. You are finally crawling, although you still prefer standing and cruising. Yesterday you figured out how to crawl over a step for the first time. You pretended it was no big deal, but I know you were excited about it.
Keep smiling, little chicken.
Love,
Mommy
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