Bennett took his first steps the week before he turned 11 months. I wasn't entirely surprised because he'd been freestanding for a couple of weeks. By the next week he had taken 3 or 4 shaky steps. Now he's up to 10 steps by himself, and honestly thinks in his mind he can go further. He just walks that little Frankenstein walk until he face-plants. And he doesn't go down slowly either---he just goes, hands in the air, until he's no longer upright. :) Then he crawls the rest of the way (still Lord of the Rings style....that other knee never did cooperate!).
I have a hard time believing my baby is turning one because I look at him and still just see an infant. Binky and fuzzy hair and all. He's so rolly polly and fuzzy, and when he sits his feet are turned in and clenched like a gorilla. Just like a baby would. So when those fat little feet pull himself to standing position and slowly baby step their way across the ground unassisted, I have to remind myself he's really growing up---and quickly!
Bennett has 6 teeth, four on top, two on bottom. He tolerates regular food, but mostly prefers snacks. And nursing of course, but that is starting to slow down for sure. I cannot believe we made it to a year nursing (I guess technically we have 3 weeks to go). TMI, but I have only had milk production on one side since he was 5 weeks old thanks to mastitis and a clogged duct. I thought for sure we'd only make it a few months, especially with me working. But I figured I'd go as long as my body would allow. I pumped as much as I could (which was not a lot) and went to painstaking efforts to get that milk home from Salt Lake. My tiny little cooler with dry ice transported maybe 25 oz of milk, but it was worth it to me. Bennett (and my body) grew to be very efficient. And he also quickly decided he did not want a bottle. Working from home has allowed me to not even pump anymore. I can take breaks to feed him because he is so fast. While I am an advocate for nursing, I also am also TOTALLY okay with formula. Beau was on formula for most of his first year, and I think formula is great. However, having done formula, I really hoped to try the nursing thing with Bennett, and prayed to not have to buy formula (so expensive!!). After my bout with mastitis I knew my odds were not good. Yet somehow, my prayers were answered. As we speak, 10 oz of that pumped/transported via dry ice in a cooler milk remains in the freezer, likely not to be used at all. It's the little things in life that reminds me even little prayers are answered.
Bennett is still on the chubby-appearing side, but I think overall he's actually not a huge baby. He mostly fits in all the same clothes that Beau wore, but he's a little shorter than Beau was. (Beau has always been long). I think he photographs chubby though---his arm rolls appear pretty impressive, but in reality he's not super chubby. Or maybe he is. :)
He has turned into my own little wrecking ball, too. He mobility and curiosity have turned him into a little Curious George. Between the 2 boys, I clean up messes all day long. I sure love them though. They are really starting to play with each other, but I do have to remind Beau not to pick Bennett up without my help. (One too many times of just dropping him suddenly wherever he stood). Bennett is very much an independent baby. He wants to do everything/hold everything/feed everything to himself kind of baby. And boy does he have an opinion! He is not afraid to let us know when he is upset at something. He throws the funniest fits! I have to chuckle that my baby can fling his arms down like a two year old! And he can climb stairs, yet I have no idea when he figured that out because we don't have any. We were at the Children's Museum, and suddenly he wiggled himself right up a set of stairs to a play area.
Bennett is not sleeping through the night. Still. I know. We have horrible sleepers, probably because we are the all-time worst sleep trainers ever. I have no backbone, and despite my nightly resolve to just let him cry, I am more desperate for sleep. One quick nursing session later, he goes right back to sleep. And we're all happy again. And guess what? I am TOTALLY fine with that. When I'm not, the day will come that both of my boys sleep through the night in their own beds. (Bennett sleeps in his own bed, Beau does not. Due to my nighttime job, we play musical beds far too often to be consistent with him because I need to use his room so often.) I do appreciate that Bennett puts himself to sleep, and has never slept a single second in our bed. Lesson learned.
Bennett is also FINALLY a happy baby. I've mentioned before that he has been a little difficult to keep happy for a long time. But in the last couple of months he has gotten very easy and pleasant. He is such a sweetheart. He's quite a bit more reserved/mellow than Beau was (despite his fit throwing). Beau was always so extremely happy and animated and laughing (still holds true today)........while Bennett is more calm, peaceful, and quiet. His big dimply grin definitely appears frequently, and his little belly laugh is adorable, but overall he doesn't say much. Probably doesn't help that his binky is always in. He definitely likes to play, and LOVES to play on the bed, but he also needs a good snuggle from his mom here and there. He sure loves Beau too. Well, love-hate sometimes----he can tattle with the best of them---but he watches/follows Beau all day long. (Unless I'm close by, then he's on me like a magnet.) When it comes down to it, there is no question that these 2 little boys are related, but also very much their own little people. And how I love them!
Happy 11 months little guy. We sure love you. Only a few more weeks until you are ONE!