Better Late Than Never

I am such a lucky momma, look at these two punkin' heads!

11 Months

Chloe turned 11 months old today. Which means two things: 1)she is almost a year old *sniff, sniff* and 2)I had better start planning her birthday party! Here is synopsis of who Chloe is today:
~She has 6 (soon to be 7) teeth!
~She has been practicing standing unassisted and has taken one step
~She is a climber!
~She says Mama, Dada, Papa, poop, woof, and various other babbles
~If you ask her how old she is, she holds up one finger
~If you ask her how big she is, she holds both arms above her head
~She pulls out all barrettes and ponytails I attempt to put in her hair
~She loves to read, especially touch and feel books
~She is still not sleeping through the night
~She hates diaper changes
~She is a master at feeding herself
~She is 16 pounds and still wears some 3-6 month clothing
~She is adventurous and has a knack for "mouthing" the grossest treasures from the kitchen floor
~She makes a scrunchy face and breathes like Darth Vader
~She loves to dance

aaaaaand....we're back!!!!!

Wow, I have been the worst blogger lately. It's not that I don't have the time in the evenings after the kids are in bed, but it's a lack of organized thought. Sort of a "1,838 cute things happened today so where in the world do I even begin" kind of thing. I need to be better because in the meantime, I am forgetting 1, 837 of those things and only remembering one. *sigh* I promise to do better.

I need to sort through all of the pictures I have on the computer of the past few months and organize some thoughts, but my intention is to blog on each of the kid's blogs each night this week. Stay tuned!

9 Months

Chloe is now the same age Tucker was when I got pregnant with her. I can't believe I had babies so close together. Now, at 9 months, it doesn't seem so hard. I'm going to be honest...the first six months are a complete blur to me. There isn't much I remember. I was just surviving on auto pilot whipping out defense mechanisms left and right.

But these days are much more enjoyable. Coco is such a sweet girl. She's very quiet and has what my in-laws call "Stealth Mode" where she will quietly crawl where she is not supposed to go and get into stuff she is not supposed to touch. She purses her lips in shy little smile, the face that cracks my mom up! She has a pointy little tongue that she sticks out at my dad while they play. She smiles at Ryan with a special smile she reserves just for him, he's wrapped around her finger already!

She now has three bottom teeth and she is a trooper with the teething! No fevers, no inconsolable crying, just a little more frequent waking at night. She is still a little peanut, I would guess her to be around 16 pounds now. She is cruising around furniture with standing alone right around the corner!

She giggles when you read to her and she especially loves touch and feel books. She also has a talent for finding all kinds of disgusting things left on the floor by her brother and cousin. She hates having her diaper changed and will fuss if you don't give her something to hold onto.

I love my Coco!