eleven months

On Saturday, Kyalo turned eleven months.  We were meeting Dexter's family in Nairobi for lunch, so I took the pictures there, which was nice since it was hot and sunny in Nairobi and not cool, grey and rainy like Kijabe.  It was a little on the chaotic side of things so I didn't get too many pictures, and at first, Kyalo wasn't pleased with the prospect of more pictures:

But we were able to get him to relax a bit and get more into it.  Even so, I couldn't really get him to stop moving. . .

Dirt. Digging. Rocks. Outside. Those are the things Kyalo loves best.

Can we say: BOY?

This was a busy, hectic, life-altering month. . .and Kyalo really handled it quite remarkably!  As soon as my parents rolled in on the 18th, anything resembling a schedule or routine got tossed out the window - not intentionally, of course, but just because things got busier. Then we needed to be packing/cleaning/getting rid of stuff, and so naps kinda got lost in the shuffle. But Kyalo never lost his sweet disposition, easy going personality, or his ready smile.  Most people couldn't even tell how over tired and worn out he was for the last few weeks in Kenya.  I am so grateful that he is this easy going; I think our life is going to have a lot of upheaval in it over the years, and we know he'll manage it well.  

He still doesn't have any teeth yet!  My mom's been worried about that, but Dexter the Dentist hasn't been too concerned and the pediatrician said children can get their first teeth as late as 18 months. I can't really imagine him with teeth - I love his toothless smile and will be sad to see it go. {Dexter also thinks we're seeing signs of some teeth coming. We'll see if he's right...}

I took him to a pediatrician this month for the first time; figured it would be cheaper (10ish dollars) to do in Kenya, and all checked out well. He ranks in the 10th-25th percentile for height and weight (about 20 pounds and 27 inches) which was lower than I expected, but nothing to be concerned about at the moment. He certainly looks healthy with his chubby legs.

He continues to be nonstop movement...crawling and getting into everything, walking holding onto something or our hands, and he's been working hard at talking. He says something resembling "da-dee" but since he says it at anyone or anything I don't think he really associates it with Dexter just yet. 

Still can't believe he's just a few weeks from being a year.  Our little baby is such a big boy and brings us constant joy.