Hi all!  I’m thirteen months old now, and I have nearly that many teeth (ten in fact, and two of them are molars!)  My lower left molar broke through my gums on June 8, 2014 and the right one appeared shortly thereafter (around June 14, 2014).  I like to show off my new teeth, so I spend most of my days smiling my huge grin.  I love interacting with people, and the three new words I’ve learned to say in the month since my first birthday – “mama,” “dada,” and “hi” – reflect that.  Sometimes I call my dad “mama,” though, no biggie.

In addition to using my seven words, I also learned how to point this month.  The first time I pointed (June 6, 2014) it was at some helium balloons left over from my first birthday party.  Balloons are fascinating.  They’re my nemeses.  I desperately want to touch them, but the minute I do, I get mad that they’re touching me back.  So now I’ve taken to pointing at lots of things and grunting a question (“huh?”) when I see something I want.  I want pretty much everything, by the way.

The past month hasn’t been all roses.  It started off on a tough note when I caught a bad case of croup on June 4, 2014.  I had to go to Express Pediatrics and I was pretty under the weather for a few days after that, but I made a full recovery.  It got better from there … I spent my thirteenth birthday (June 22, 2014) at the beach for the first time.  Loved it!

I’m down to about 19 oz of milk per day, and the rest of what I’m eating is still purees and limited finger foods (I’m pretty resistant to the notion of eating what my mom and dad are having for dinner).  Still no walking, either – I simply can’t be bothered to try yet, and I’m pretty stubborn!

Here are some pictures of me as a thirteen month old on a recent trip to the Finger Lakes (wine country and the Corning Museum of Glass – what’s not to like!)

Current likes: Playing “fetch” with myself, sand, and anything sung to the tune of Old MacDonald (or as I call it, “EeeAyeYooo”).

Current dislikes: croup and molars