^ A little blurry but it’s the best I could do with this wiggly little dude.
Eleven months. I’m sorry, what?
This time last year I was 36 weeks pregnant + H U G E and I was so excited and nervous to meet our little dude. I wish someone could have warned me that my heart was going to EXPLODE on July 14th. And not only would my heart explode on the day I met my son, but it would continue to burst over and over and over again with each new milestone reached + every new memory made.
I can’t even fathom that we will have a ONE year old in less than 30 days. Time is a thief, you guys. Some days feel soooo long, especially the nights but this year has gone by so quickly.
I am feeling incredibly nostalgic and weepy and my heart is so full.
Oh, George Bear, you have changed my world.
GBB has really grown this past month. Not only has he graduated from the army crawl to his little dimply knees, but he pulls himself up, and stands! I feel I’m going to blink and he’ll be a wobbly walker…and then I’ll be in even more trouble. He pushes a chair and walks with it. It’s pretty amazing.
You see, George is a bit of a curious dude. A curious George, if you will (haha, I’m hilarious). He crawls lightening fast and he keeps me on my toes. Oh, and he loves to shove everything (and I mean, everything) in his mouth so I’m on high alert on that too. I try really hard not to be a helicopter mom (because, he should explore + those moms aren’t fun) but sometimes I am literally hovering over him as he is attempting to eat a fuzz from the carpet, a piece of wood from a basket (how he managed to eat a piece of a wicker basket is beyond me), or a handful of cat hair. He is an adventurous eater ;)
George is a huge fan of hitting toys together, clapping his hands, giggling, smiling, mean mugging, the slow reveal (he DIES for this! and then I die of pure love + joy…), taking the grates out of the floor (which drives me mental, but he does it with a smile, so again, death by pure love + joy), he loves to play catch, chase the cat (and pull on his tail, sorry Charles!), eat mum mums + puffs (the banana ones not the healthy spinach and kale ones I’m trying to switch to…he knows they’re healthy + he’s NOT into it/he is totally my son), playing with mommy and daddy’s phones/the remotes/electrical cords/basically anything that isn’t his toy or safe, and yell ‘DADA’ all day err’ day.
GBB is rocking the size 4 diapers still but I have a feeling those are on the outs soon as he is getting B I G. He is wearing a lot of 12-18 month clothing + is so flippin’ cute in EVERYTHING he wears. Our favourite piece of clothing is our Nudnik shirt, just the most badass tee (hello, eco-friendly + sustainable micro fashion!).
He is a silent, mean muggin’, observer like his daddy but a complete chatterbox, ham sandwich like his mommy. He has the most beautiful blue eyes and he has 7 teeth! The dimple on his left cheek is out-of-this-world cute + I can’t get enough of his smile.
Little dude is eating a lot of different foods nowadays. Honestly, the whole solid food thing still stresses me out but I’m making progress (you can read all about where my fear stems from here) + George is really enjoying new flavours and textures. His favourite food is definitely watermelon until scrambled eggs make an appearance, then he’s allllll about the scrambled eggs. Oh, and he is obsessed with puffs, mum mums, and mama’s milk (still gets plenty of that!).
George has been making serious strides in the car seat enjoyment department + it has seriously changed my life. We still have our moments where he is not having it but we’re getting better and that’s all that matters.
You, my little booboo, LOVE: nursing with mama, cuddles from daddy (actually, you are obsessed with your daddy in general!), bath time, the cat (who is becoming more and more patient with you…some days), walks in the stroller, being worn in the Ergo, eating watermelon and scrambled eggs, visits with your auntie G, being tickled, clapping your hands, pulling on everything, giggling, hulk-smashing toys together, dancing to music (you are the ultimate swag baby), kisses, hugs, and smiling.
You, my little chubba chub, DO NOT LOVE: long car rides, having things taken away from you (because I really can’t have you eating a dust bunny again), being stopped (I mean, who does? but again, I can’t have you face planting off the couch or diving head first into the toilet…it’s kinda my job to keep you safe!), being told no (me neither, kid), and waiting for mommy to give you milk.
As we are nearing his first birthday, I am going to cherish every cuddle, every nurse-to-sleep with a little rocking-and-bopping moment, each break in slumber, the way his dimpled hand rests on my chest when he falls asleep, his rosy cheeks after a nap, and his wide smile full of the sweetest chicklet teeth I’ve ever seen.
George Bear, you are my most favourite person in the entire universe + I am so happy you’re mine.
Happy eleven months my sweet baby boy. Now, let’s get to party planning!
XO
PS. This picture KILLS me. He kept attempting to crawl away…this is right before he flipped + made a run for it (well, a crawl for it!). 