ELEVEN

Holy Crap.

I just about died when I looked through Ainsley's 11 month photos. 

I know it's maybe possible I'm biased, but I'm not.

I have the cutest baby in the world. 

 Eleven months is my favorite age yet. She is SO fun. She is turning into quite the little human, and an adorable, hilarious one at that.

 She's a very happy, busy, loud baby. She babbles all day. She has turned into a parrot and tries to repeat just about anything. She says Mama, Dada, Bebe, Hi, Bye (more like buh), and uh oh. She has the sweetest voice.

 She is still crawling although I think she can walk. About a week ago she took six steps and didn't even fall down. She still doesn't show much interest in walking though. Crawling is faster for her and she can get anywhere she needs to go anyway!

 Her gums are swollen and it looks like her top teeth will make their debut any day now. I know I've been saying that forever, but I'm serious this time!

 She is still a pretty good little eater and will eat just about anything. The problem is she doesn't want to eat much and still prefers to nurse...which is difficult because I was ready to wean her like, yesterday.

 Her favorite food (aside from leaves) is by far bananas. You cannot eat a banana around her because she will FLIP out. She gets so excited when she sees a banana and throws them down in a few seconds flat!

 She loves baths, walks, and people. At church she just gets passed around because she's so social. She will crawl up to random people and pull on their legs. She's got everyone wrapped around her chubby little finger.

 She dances, plays games, and has such a sense of humor. She's such a fireball. I love seeing her grow and seeing more of her personality come out.

 Have I told you how much fun she is?

 And how cute she is?

 And how sweet she is?

I love my little girl. I love being a mom and discovering the world all over again through her eyes. It is the ultimate best.