You turn 11 months old today. Just one more month to go, I can tell people that you are how many years old, instead of 6 weeks and 4 days, or 8 months and 3 weeks. I know how important a day or a week is to you babies, but your mother really sucks on figures.
You’ve been babbling a lot since this month. Let me describe your talk: you talk like those aliens in “District 9″, the more human beings listen to it, the more they understand it. I’m now one of the human residents in “District 9″ trying to follow you. You have a habit of repeating “da da” on command. You say “da da ba ba” when you look at your teddy bear. Sometimes you say “da da di di” when you play with your duckie. You say “mum mum mum” when you are eating your porridge meal, but you will grin hugely and then throw yourself at the back of your highchair when you eat what we are eating.
Speaking of fingers, you’ve learnt to point with your index finger this month. Yesterday, when you father’s sister, Keturah came to visit you, you pointed at her right after you saw her appear on our doorstep. I think you almost made her cry. Sometimes you love to raise your head from your stroller and point at the trees, followed by your alien talk. Oh, this is the cutest thing in the whole “District 9″.
Since you’ve become sleepless. You’ve also developed a hatred towards your crib. Whenever we put you in your bed awake, you scream so loud that I think very soon our neighbor will come over and see if you are being tortured. I think the reason for that is you’ve found your new shelter – under the table. And you have a special ritual to enter your shelter. You love to crawl across the side stretcher of one of the chairs, then exit yourself through under the chair before you go under the table. And you always pick the chair I’m sitting on. Yes, Ethan, you don’t have to remind me, I remember you are the youngest member of Cirque du Soleil.
Just a couple days ago, you started pulling yourself up by holding onto something. Though it gives my nerves a workout by watching you falling and banging like thousand times a day, I’m really excited to see you explore things from a higher, newer perspective. Ethan, your perfect poise is going to make you a determined little walker. I’m so proud of you.