Max Blog - July 11-12, 2005
Turned 11 months old on the 11th. Thought it would be a good idea to share some "vital statistics" about my life at this stage.

Teeth: 4 (two middle bottom, two incisors on top). Top middles will be here soon, I'm sure.
Favorite Book: Tie between That's Not My Lion and Who's Peeking?
Favorite Activity: Walking around the house holding Mom's hands.
Other Favorite Activities: Handing Mom or Dad a book so they can read it to me; Opening and closing doors; Eating Pirate's Booty, watermelon, or pretty much almost anything else.
Favorite Toy: Fisher-Price activity table.
Waving? Occasionally, but only when I feel like it (Don't ask me to perform on demand!)
Talking? Not really, but definitely communicating by pointing and reaching.

July 11 - Had a couple of friends (Eli and Eliza) over for playgroup. Remember last month when Eliza pushed me down during playgroup at the park? Today I got her back. I fell on her while we were both playing at my activity table. I ended up bumping my head, and I cried a little bit. She didn't bump anything, but she did get landed on; and she cried a LOT and LOUD. I stopped crying because I couldn't believe how LOUD she could be. We all got over it, though. The picture is us having snack time. The adult in the picture is Eliza's mom, Heidi.

July 12 - We don't have a picture of it, but today was my first accident-induced blood. I fell while I was playing and whacked my mouth on the edge of my blocks cart. It took a few moments for Mom and Dad to figure out that I was bleeding, and I wasn't letting them touch my mouth long enough to get a good look. Finally Dad was able to figure out that I'd split my gum in the front. They tried getting me to suck on a washcloth. Nothing doing! They tried cool water in a bottle. Look, if you're going to give me a bottle, there'd better darn well be formula in it! They tried a chilled teething ring. The chilled part of the idea was good, but I didn't exactly want to bite on anything. Finally they tried watermelon. Now THAT'S what I'm talking about!

The pictures that are here show me in my booster seat after I had recovered from the blood incident. I was reaching and asking for more watermelon. No, I didn't actually say "May I have some more watermelon, please?" But I pointed right at it and said, "Eh!?" Dad knew what I was talking about.

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