Eleven months

Tomorrow my not-so-baby girl will be eleven months old. She's had a cold for the last several days, with a stuffy, drippy nose and lots more crying and wanting to cuddle than usual. I'm really thankful we made it this far in her life before sickness hit, though!

She's learned to growl and on Sunday was growling back at the thunder during the strange snow/sleet/hail storm we got. She's pretty fearless, so i'm glad she seems to have quick reflexes and her daddy's coordination rather than mine. She's already starting to climb on things., even if it's just me before naptime. (Today she was standing on my head in an attempt to get to the curtains, and i was laughing too hard to be able to pull her off right away. There is something about such a tiny person's excitement that is sort of catching -- i hope i remember to always feel that way about her.)