Tomorrow, Ava will be 11 months old.  11 months.  It went so fast.  Yet, it is clear that she is well past her newborn days.  She’s walking.  She tries talking – mamamama, dadadada, gogogogo (when cheering for Daddy at softball), hi, gone, and lots of very animated babbling.  She loves food.  Her Daddy is her favorite playmate.  She puts everything in her mouth (much like her older sister did before her) but I think her foot finds its way there more than anything else.  She crawls up stairs and loves bathtime.  She wakes up many times a night (ironically, very unlike her newborn days) and naps little.  It is easy tell when she is tired because she [almost literally] starts bouncing off the walls.  She is mischievous and charming and loud and stubborn and beautiful.

I love her.