Oliver is 11 months old today, and sporting a very appropriate new t-shirt from HonestBaby. It could be worse. They also sell one that says "I survived nipple confusion."
The wet spot on Oliver's arm is from the copious amounts of drool he is producing. It's been going on for a couple of weeks now. I thought we might have seen a sixth tooth by now but it remains in hiding. Other than the drool, it doesn't seem to be causing him any distress.
The major changes this month are all in the realm of MORE. He's babbling more and seeming to understand more words. He's crawling and cruising more and doing both even faster than before. Sometimes I think we need a speed limit.
Oliver's mum and dad had a night out last night. We finally found a great sitter, only to discover she's moving out of state next month, so we decided to make the most of it as quickly as possible. Dinner and a movie, neither of which were particularly outstanding, was a very welcome break. The movie and the food could have been a lot worse and I still would have been happy. Don't get me wrong, I love Oliver and being his mum, but a break every once in a while is necessary, and we've been pretty horrible at making sure we take those breaks. I hope by the time his birthday rolls around we will have found another great babysitter and will be making date night a more regular event.
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