My littlest love bug is 11 months old today. What?! Are you kidding? It seems like just yesterday we got the call about a baby boy in Texas and were getting our hopes up having our hearts broken in Russia. He is our Psalm 30:5 Though sorrow may last for the night, joy comes in the morning.
At 11 months old we marvel at the child he is. Noah, which is now affectionately referred almost 100% of time as Noby, is just amazing. The things that typical kids do at 11 months he was never to do so the things that he is doing now make us smile.
He sits independently.
He puts weight on his arms.
He cries, which they tell me is a great thing.
Noby can push himself up on all fours and rock back and forth.
mama and dada are his favorite words.
He hits. We are still proud of this feature :)
He can stand for short periods of time holding on to things.
Noby now knows a routine. He takes a nap everyday at 3pm.
He bangs toys together.
Noby loves his sisters and finds them very amusing.
He is a tiny tot. Noby is a good 3 inches or more smaller than Cherry was at the same age.
Noby isnt feeling too good and has vomited everyday this week. We have a wonderful gastro doctor that is calling me himself daily. I appreciate that. We are just so blessed right now. We have four beautiful daughters and a beautiful son. Even with all the doctors and hospital stays and even though every inch of this house has been vomited on we would not trade it for the world!
Happy 11 months Noby! We sure do love you!