Eleven Months!

May 19th marked Magnus' eleven month "birthday" and the last time his age will only be noted in months--(unless I become one of those parents who reports that their child is 15 months old, or 22 months old, etc. which has always seemed a little strange to me as I do the math to determine what that "means" in years, but who knows, I've already been known to do things as a parent I never thought I would and I'm sure it is only the beginning.) It is bizarre to think that our little man is nearly a year! Magnus has many new favorites; hiding from mom under the covers in her room (his giggle always gives away his location as he is giddy with anticipation of being discovered,) taking baths and splashing about the tub, pointing where he wants to go, cruising around furniture, jumping up and down on his mattress in the corner of his crib, drinking water out of Talking Rain bottles, and crawling up and over Sherman. He is obsessed with the laundry room (partly because the door is always closed since he heads straight to Sherman's water bowl and plays in it) and he has overcome his initial fears of grass, much to Dee's and my delight (imagine two outdoor fanatics having a son scared of the grass!) He LOVES eating string cheese, eggs (at least the yolks for now,) and ravioli while looking out the window in the dining room. Dee and I are pretty convinced that his first word is 'dog' since he still calls the walls, remote, books, toys, etc. "momma" and "dadda" but he consistently says, "dah" whenever he sees Sherman.