Counting Our Blessings: Happy 11 Months John Whitten

I say it every month but, I cannot believe that my sweet boy is 11 months old today! That means in just one more month we will be celebrating his very first birthday. Wow, time really has flown by this past year. Not too much has changed with our sweet boy over the last month except that he now says "Dada" and is really close to walking. He will stand for a very long period of time on his own and uses anything he can push to walk around our house. He is doing a lot better about staying in his crib all night; which is kind of bitter sweet because I loved feeling him snuggled up to me all night.

Things John Whitten Loves At 10 Months:

-He still LOVES his Mommy

-Loves, loves, loves to take baths. He cries when he sees you grab his towel

-I really cannot tell you how much that little boy loves his big sister. He lights up when he sees Lillian and they play together so well. It is really sweet to watch them interact with each other.

-He loves the stupid fireplace and it drives me crazy! He has already lost a couple of fight with it, but still insists on trying to climb up on it every two seconds.

-loves to grab his cousin Shepard's hair and face!

-He loves to be naked (like his sister).

Things John Whitten Doesn't Like At 10 Months:

-Food

-Sippy cups

-He cannot stand to have his diaper changed.

-He is getting better about going to the nursery at church and I haven't been paged out of Sunday school or services in the last four weeks!

-He cannot stand to have his nails cut...it drives me crazy

-There really isn't much that John Whitten doesn't like. He is so easy going and I feel so blessed to be this little boy's mommy!

We did have one kind of big first this past month; John Whitten's first ER visit. I have been to embarrassed/ashamed to blog about it but he fell off our bed and hit his head really badly. It was very scary because he fell and then didn't move and wouldn't cry or reach out to me. We laid him on the bed and he looked so flat, if really scared Shaun and I and we knew we needed to take him to the hospital. Of course it was 7:20 AM on a Tuesday morning so you can imagine how 280 was, but luckily I was there by 8:00. After looking over him and doing a CT scan turns out it was more than just a little bump, it was a little concussion. Which explained whey he acted so out of if those 10-15 minutes after he had fallen. They made us stay for observation for a few hours and then sent us home with instructions to not let him sleep more than 45 at a time for the rest of that day. He was a little cranky by bed time to say the least. Our pediatrician followed up with us the following day. Shaun and I felt horrible especially because one of us was actually in the room with him when it happened! But he was fine a couple days later; I am sure this won't be our little daredevils last ER visit.