I had my 11 month “birthday” just a few days ago. Trust me, it was no monumental occasion. I guess we’ll be having a party next month for my 1st birthday. I overheard my mom talking to my dad as she was addressing my birthday invitation envelopes and she asked what it meant that her 11 month old (me) has more people to invite to his birthday party than she would…I guess I’m just way cooler. Anyhow, my original due date was March 18th, which is one day after St. Patty’s Day, so my aunts and uncles were all trying to get me to come on March 17th so they could forever have a keg of green beer at my birthday parties. To their dismay, I showed up two days late. However, to compensate for my tardiness, we are officially having my 1st birthday party ON St. Patrick’s Day! I hear they are going to dye the Chicago River green, just for me! My gramps (a.k.a., Good Ol' Tim) is coming in from the East Coast and I have some “aunts,” i.e., my mom’s friends, coming in from San Fran, Cleveland, Madison and maybe Oklahoma. I have a real aunt and uncle coming in from Indy…I got people in lots of places and I’m only 11 months old, which brings me to my next update.
I’m walking. No big deal. But were you walking at 11 months and 1 day old? Probably not. Let’s face it. I’m ahead of the game. I read, I speak Spanish (though my parents don’t, so they don’t realize I’m not actually speaking gibberish anymore, but Spanish), I went for a swim the other night in the bath (kind of just dunked my head in and freaked myself out, but we can still consider it swimming) and I go to school (which I talked about in a previous posting and is where I learned Spanish). The things I will have accomplished by my first birthday are significant and have set the bar high for other babies who may join our family in the future. Just a heads up to them: the expectations have been set and they are quite ambitious.
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