I turned twelve months old on Saturday. At least, that is the number on the sticker that I wore for my final monthly picture.
Mom and Dad said that now I am called a one-year-old. Mom also said it was good there were only twelve months in a year, because she could not imagine making me sit still for any more of those pictures.
It is fun to look back on all the months that have made up my first year:
I am officially eleven months old. I have five snaggly teeth, I can stand on my own, I can do three words of baby sign, I love rubber duckies and my favorite song is Rowan Rowan Row your boat.
I demand a giant duckie party next time I have to sit on this chair with a sticker and a smile, okay mom and dad?
Ten months old today!
I am kind of unable to sit still for these monthly pictures anymore, but mom insists that I do. She pulls out all the tricks, offers me illicit items, makes funny noises and even tries to hold me down. Can you believe she thinks she can get away with taking two more of these photos? Good luck next month, mom.
Nine months old.
This morning during my obligatory photo shoot mom informed me that I have now been out as long as I was in. I didn’t know what she was talking about, and sitting still with a sticker on my onesie is just too much to ask of a mobile nine month old, so…
Sorry, what did you say? Sit still? Um, nah.
That was the end of my nine month photo session.
Good luck next month, mom.
Well, I am officially seven months old today.
I know, I know, I have so much hair for my age. Mom tells me not to be vain about it. She tells me to just focus on getting older, stronger, and wiser. Well, I am another month older, stronger and wiser today… but I still have fabulous hair.
How is it possible that I am six months old already?
Mom says there are still six more stickers left in the package.
She also says that when I wear the the last sticker there will be cake involved. I think I can handle that.
I am another month older.
Notice a common theme in this obligatory photo shoot?
Five months old, sitting up and giggling.
You are right! Smiles! Lots of five month old smiles. Eat your heart out.
Four Months Old.
Today I am four months old, which means it is time to get propped up in a chair with a sticker on my chest.
They always stick elephants next to me, and unluckily for them, I have discovered that said elephants are quite tasty.
Three months old.
Another month has flown by! Not only am I taller and more beautiful…. I can bring my hands together and put things in my mouth. Ah, the small things in life.
As a comparison, remember these?
Two months old.
One month old.