Eleven months

I'm Aden. I'm eleven months old today!

Life is good, folks. I've got a lot going on these days.

It's nice and warm outside. At first I didn't like that "grass" stuff, but it's growing on me.

Bwahaha, I crack myself up!

Got a tooth finally popping through. Mama says she'll be sad to lose the toothless grin.

Speaking of Mama, she has caught me a few times standing up by myself.

The big people aren't supposed to know I can do this just yet.

I kinda like being carried around. So for now I'll just keep pretending I can't do it.

I say lots of intelligent things. But these big people, I don't think they're really listening.

They just nod, and maybe say something totally unrelated to what I'm talking about.

Simpletons.

I'm funny too. But most of my jokes are above them.

This Trey person. I like him.

He's kinda scrawny. But he amuses me.

He has a mean streak. Mama fusses at him and says one day he'll regret it. Dern right he will.

I'm a great sleeper. In bed by eight and up with the sun!

I like music. My dancing skills are unmatched, especially when Daddy's playing the guitar.

Mama's been trying to get me into books. Eh, we can look at a couple.

Toys are great. Though I must admit that Trey's toys are so much more fun than mine.

I like hitting myself in the head with a hammer. Don't judge, it's just how I express my toughness.

And I love trucks.

But let's be honest here.

I'm serious, people.

All this stuff is great.

But really, it's all about the food.

I'm not picky. Whatever you put in front of me is the perfect meal.

Now listen, I'm an easygoing fella. Nothing fazes me too much.

But don't - DO NOT - make me wait for a meal.

Mama, I know you're busy, so I'm here to help.

Don't know what to fix?? I've got some suggestions.