T-minus 7....

If you can believe it, we are one week away from Audrey's 1st birthday. This year has just flown by. I am so glad that I've kept up with this blog (however infrequently) or the poor thing would have no baby album at all. I'm way behind on her scrapbook pages, hopefully I can catch up and do a "baby's 1st year" thing in Shutterfly. As you can see on the right, her last page was for 6 months and I did it last week!

On to the documentation! She's still working on walking and will stand unsupported for a few seconds. But the moment she realizes she standing, she drops to the floor and crawls to her goal. Our drinking from a cup progress is slow. She'll drink a little then slap it out of my hand. Today I tried a cup without a lid - me holding it, of course - and she drank all of it. She may be one of those mythical kids I had heard existed who goes straight to the cup. Kind of like a potty trained 9 month old. She has really started babbling too. She can say "banana" which means "feed me!" She says "hi da-da" very clearly, and says a variation of "doggie". (Notice there's no "mama" listed there! Though she has said it, she just doesn't) She also growls at her dogs, and also at her bib that has a dog on it. And today she signed "eat" back to me.

Speaking of eating, I'm trying to keep her from getting to where Miles is, not wanting anything but PB&J. So Audrey has been enjoying the dinners that Wayne & I eat, usually the next day since she eats so early. She and Miles both liked sweet & sour chicken, Miles complained about "the red stuff" (sauce). And last night she devoured chicken soup with mini meatballs. Miles, however, would only eat the meatballs and then gagged on the one itty bitty piece of orzo pasta that stuck to the meatball. He truly does not like pasta!

I'm really going to be testing his desire to eat this summer. We've signed up for a Community Suppported Agriculture (CSA) share. Basically we've "hired" a farmer to grow veggies for us all summer long, even into fall. They had a meet & greet in town yesterday and they showed us all the varieties they will be growing. I tried to get Miles excited by telling him about the daughter who raises chickens for eggs, and the son who helps out too. And that they eat the veggies too! Before I went to the meeting Miles told me to tell them that he didn't want broccoli. Stinker.