Oh, my sweet Everette Lawrence.
I love you from the top of that spiky hair to the tips of your precious toes.
I love how your cover your own eyes to play peek-a-boo.
I love that you still suck the first two fingers on your left hand when you're sleepy.
I love how you're cruising around furniture and down the hallway with your push-walker... slow and increasingly steadier.
I love your sweet little lisp when you make the "sssssss" sound for what a snake says.
I love how you start dancing when you hear music or when we start singing.
I love that you're sleeping well again!
I love how you point to yourself with excitement when we ask, "Where's Everette?!"
I love how much you love any kind of berry and bananas.
I love how you are the messiest eater I've ever seen, hands-down.
I love how you say "teeth!" as soon as we walk into the bathroom and I open the toothbrush drawer.
I love how you point to things with such enthusiasm, arm extended, palm up, waiting for me to tell you exactly what you're pointing to.
I love that we've got 8 teeth under our belt!
I love how your face lights up when your daddy walks into the room.
I love that you are 100% all boy, so rough-and-tumble.
I love how excited you get to throw a ball back and forth.
I love how you look at your big sister.
I love all twenty-one pounds, thirty inches of you. So much that my heart aches at just the thought of you, of being your mama.
And actually, that's what I love the most... being your mama.
Happy 11 months, my sweet, happy, silly, wild little boy!