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Counting Down to One

Dear Grady-Doo,

I just realized that you will be one year old in two weeks and I have yet to write your 11 month letter. Maybe I've been busy. Or maybe, just maybe, I don't want you to be 11 months because then you are almost one. That, I just cannot believe!

You're personality has really started to come through lately. You are still "sweet Grady" snuggling and giving lovies to everyone with a little stubbornness mixed in. I LOVE when you lay your head on my shoulder, cross your little feet on my belly, and rub my arm. I could do that all day!

You love daddy more than words crawling excitedly to him when he comes home from work. It is the cutest site! He has to take you with him when he changes out of his work clothes. You play with Jackson all the time laughing at him hysterically wanting to do everything he does.

You have no desire to be fed. All you want is big boy food and to feed yourself. You are also starting on whole milk and liking it. You still prefer your bottle and formula though. You like to climb trying to figure out how to get on anything you can. You wave "bye-bye" occasionally and say mama, dada, baba, baw (for ball), and said Ja the other day when Jackson walked into your room.


You are pure joy, Grady. I cannot believe you are going to be one year old in two short weeks. I am loving watching you grow and thankful that I have sweet sweet memories of your first year of life. Thank you for blessing us beyond imagine! We love you, sweet boy!

Love,
Mommy, Daddy, Jackson, and Wyatt
You've mastered going up the stairs. Now we have to work on going down. Yikes!

You don't really like to crawl on the grass so you "walk" around like this instead.

You still have some pretty fabulous hair!

Sometimes you get tired playing or your head gets to heavy so you take little breaks along the road.

You can sleep anywhere and everywhere. Sometimes you pass out in the car, on the floor, with your head down on your high chair. Yes, we do put you in your crib to sleep like normal people.

Your big brother loves you with all your heart crawling around with you everywhere making you laugh all the time. Mommy cannot get enough of you two together!

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