So I'm going to just pretend that I'm not writing this post. Is he really 11 months old? He still seems like a little baby. It helps that he's not walking yet and I never put him in shoes. Shoes have a way of making a baby look older. We're boycotting shoes. The rare times when he'll let me just hold I know though. He just feels bigger. He was lots of fun this month. Next month, he'll be my toddler. Where does the time go?
Amos loves his Daddy, always has. But Silas practically leaps out of my arms to get to Jason if he's around.
No stepping yet, but he'll just stand around teasing us.
By personality, I mean he will let you know when he WANTS something, and if he is NOT happy. He's got a pretty good whine.
He still thinks "NO" is the funniest thing ever. Oh man, baby #2. Discipline seemed easier the first time around.
Silas has just started realizing when we leave him somewhere. Sometimes he cares, sometimes he doesn't.
Even with his budding personality, he's still a very content baby. He'll hang out in the pool while we're outside. He'll sit in a chair and watch the other kids be busy. Give him something to look at and most of the time we're golden.

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