Ten Months

Still playing catch-up.  Miss Piper turned ten months old on the 11th anniversary of September 11th.  And now we're less than a week away until she is 11 months old.  I truly can't believe her first birthday is next month! We weren't able to take her to the hospital to get weighed and measured, but she's still a tank.  Solid and thick and getting increasingly difficult to hold for long periods of time.  No significant progress in the walking department, just cruising on everything. She's holding steady with five milk feedings, but I'm considering dropping the snack after her morning nap.  And speaking of naps, she still requires two, but like McKinley, her morning nap ranges from thirty minutes to an hour and is in jeopardy of being dropped closer to when she turns one. Dumpa calls her "the Russian," more specifically Vladimir Putin, for their similar lack of smiling. But at home, she is anything but serious. She is loud, saying mamma and slowing starting to say dadada. She is giggly, especially when McKinley makes her laugh. She smiles real big revealing her two front teeth. And she copies anything silly McKinley does.  She's finally learned to raise her hands when I say "Piper is so big," and turns her hand when I sing the Puerto Rican children's song La Linda Manita.  She has even began to wave.  Since an eleventh month post is quickly approaching, I'll stop here, but leave you with a couple of current nickle names for Miss Piper: Copperhead, She-she bear, Piper-doodle, Pooh-bear, Stinkweed, and Boo.

Dadda's little Copperhead (because of her two fangs!)