Good Times Taylor: Townes-11 months old

Townes Wesley!

despite my resistance, you have grown another month older

and you are just too much for me to handle

i so wish to keep you this age forever

my heart aches to think that you will be walking, talking and all of those toddler things soon...i just adore your squishy thighs and your tuck-your-arms-in cuddles

and your sweet breath against my neck...

please stay this way!

i know, i know!

it's happening anyway.

you are likely to start walking any day now.

you prefer to stand

but aren't keen on letting go!

you are loving the art of exploration and the joys of pulling things off of the bookshelves and out of cabinets!

you are growing more and more independent every day and are much more content to play with toys (or not-toys) by yourself

although if you notice that i'm in the room and i'm not holding you, you'll start to yell/talk at me and squinch up your nose while flapping your arms

until i come swoop you up (and i always do... i know)

this is how i find you most of the time

pulling up on me asking to be held.

my sweet little Rooskie.

currently, you are OBSESSED with this little bear and your monkey

you will not let go

and usually have one of them in your mouth

your Honey bought the monkey for you, after you kept going crazy over Judsons

now you both have one and are both pretty attached to them

you and your brother are becoming pretty good little buddies

although, you each put up with quite a lot from the other

you grab his hair and face, he hugs you with an intensity (or knocks you over or steps on you)

when we walk into his room after he wakes up, you get so excited...squealing and kicking your legs, waving your arms. and he lights up with a huge smile, saying "brother!!!!" or "bubba" or "bubkis" or whatever he calls you for the day.

then tackles you.

you laugh or cry. it's a toss up.

you are rather vocal about your needs

and "yell" at us when you want or need something

while i was trying to take these photos, you were standing next to this chair and hollering at me with your eyebrows raised as you leaned into the chair, up on your tip-toes.

so, of course, i picked you up and placed you in the chair