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11 Month Owen







Owen's 11th Month
  • Owen is now on to some finger foods, some table foods, and breast milk.  My goal was to nurse at least a year so we are closing in on that milestone.  He nurses between 3-5 times a day and is still a chunky monkey.
  • He mimics a lot of sounds.  I find myself asking, "Did he just say _____?" a lot.  I am pretty sure he tries to say Drake and Haley.  He says hi, hello, mama, mom, dada, clearly.  
  • He pulls himself up on everything and holds on with one hand.  He is not standing alone yet but he seems to slowly be getting closer to mastering the basics he will need for walking.  He is certainly getting more stability and control.
  • He is SO sweet.  Gives open mouth kisses on the face.  
  • He loves his sister and even rough houses a bit.
  • He out grew his baby carrier and is now in a rear facing big kid car seat. 
  • He is a decent sleeper but doesn't like sleeping anywhere other than his crib. 
  • He has spent very very little time away from me, separation anxiety isn't too bad, but we have an evening away from the house planned that I am worried about.
How the rest of us are doing
  • We are all enjoying the cooler weather for sure.
  • I am standing firm that our family is complete with out two children.  I have a hunch that Ian wouldn't mind more--but he will be happy with two.  
  • October has been busy already.  We are working on closing up the lake lot for the season.  
  • I have been training for a half marathon which is next month. 
  • Haley starts tumbling next month.  

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