11 Months

Better late than never...I'm almost a week behind on this one. Rogan turned 11 months old on June 9th. He is starting to babble a lot. He said "Bubba" last night, which I'm convinced he was attempting to get Brice's attention since they were on the floor together. He says "Dada" all the time and of course nothing even close to mom. He'll probably follow in Brice's shoes and call me Boss. Either that, or he will call me Mom or Momma and the first time Brice hears it he'll say who's that? Mom? I don't understand. Why do you call her that? That's Boss. Such is my life. It's okay, I know I'm loved.

Rogan is pulling up and starting to try to stand on his own a little bit. He stands and starts to bounce, trying to figure out how to get his legs to move. He hasn't attempted to take a step yet. He prefers to drop down to his knees and crawl at warp speed to wherever he's headed.

Rogan is all smiles, still. He laughs at everything. He's a giggle box. He even laughs when you're trying to feed him. He'll look at you, smile, then start to giggle. He can't help it. It's so funny and we love it. You can't help but to laugh along. He's so happy.

Four teeth have arrived, finally! His top front two teeth have finally come through. He has figured out how to grind the top and bottom together to make the worst sound in the world. It's worse than fingernails on a chalkboard, of course he finds it hilarious.

We'll be in Texas the week before Rogan's birthday so we are going to have a get together at my parents' house with my family. When we get home, we'll have Rogan's birthday here at our house for the rest of our family. His first birthday sure did get here fast.