Eleven months

Earlier this week, I knew Henry's eleven-month marker was coming, but today came and went without me remembering until after he was in bed. So although I've taken pictures and videos of him this week, I didn't take any today, and the pictures and videos I have taken are on my phone, on my night stand, and I know if I get up to get it, I'll be tired and just want to go to bed without blogging. So tonight's picture is courtesy of the web cam we have in Henry's room, and you can see my darling not-so-little boy at rest.

He's growing so quickly and learning so much, although he still won't perform on command. When he wants to, he can tell you a cow says "mmmmm"; stretch his hands above his head; ask for "ohs", milk, more, or all done; stack the rings on the ring stacker; climb the stairs; open the cupboards and get into nearly every drawer in the house; open doors; and give slobbery, open mouth "kisses."

Tonight, when he heard the garage door open, he turned and crawled to meet Clint. And later, after dinner, watching the two of them wash up melted my heart again.