The One Where Olivia is 11 Months Old

This definitely should have posted when she turned 11 months old (on the first), but with all our traveling, I'm just getting around to it now. But now on to the issue at hand. My baby is growing up way too fast. It's killing me to think she will be a year old in just a few weeks. I don't know if I can bear it. But on the plus side, she just gets keeping getting cuter and cuter with every passing day. 

I mean, look at that wild hair sticking up all over the place.
And she was just the sweetest smooch at Disneyland. Especially with her double-fisted wave at all the princesses at the parade.
I just love her wide-open-mouthed kisses. She has the most precious voice I've ever heard. It's kind of high pitched and so, so sweet. And when she sings songs I just want to bottle it up somehow and keep it forever. Not in a creepy way like in the Little Mermaid. But just keep it so that I could hear it whenever I want. It's beautiful.
She's even saying "uh oh." And she has little sounds for, "please," "thank you," and "hi."
Her little skootch is ridiculously cute. She's gotten really fast and kind of does this little flying leap around the house when she's really excited. She pulls herself up on things and likes to try standing up in the middle of the room... but I think it will still be a little while before she walks. I am in no rush for her to grow up, though. She can stay little just as long as she likes.

But my absolute favorite thing about this month is what we've dubbed, "the monkey snuggle." She's gotten a little skiddish lately and so if you don't hang on to her tightly enough she wraps her arms and legs around you just as tight as can be. She hangs on for dear life and it's nearly impossible to peel her off and put her to bed or at the table to eat dinner. If I'm going to be honest I have to admit that I sometimes pull her off or hang on too loosely so that she'll freak out and tighten her grip. It's the best feeling in the whole wide world. And I hope it never ever goes away. I will pick her up and carry her around until she weighs 100 pounds if she hangs on like that. Ok, maybe not really. That might hurt. But I sure do enjoy it now.

I'm already excitedly planning her birthday party and will be printing all the pictures for her first-year scrapbook. And I've got to start taking apart her onesies so that I can make a memory quilt like the one I made for Ellie.