Behold...Mister A's final couch picture. As you may recall, I promised to stop at 12 months. And on his 12 month-i-versary (I refuse to acknowledge we're thisclose to his first birthday), we'll be in Southern California- no couch, no sign. Not going to lie, I most definitely did shed a few tears as I picked him up off the couch and took down the sign.
In celebration of turning 11 months, I'm 99% certain our boy said his first word. We'd been playing with Griffin, and I kept saying "doggy!" because each time I did, A would grin and look at Griff. I took him (A, not Griff) to do a diaper change, and from his changing table he peered down at the floor where the dog usually would stand, then back at me and said "dawwww.....gee"! More sappy emotional pregnant mommy tears.
Speaking of animals, we had a special guest during today's photo session. Can't you just read A's mind here? "OMG, RALPH! Hi! You're on my lap! OMG! Wow!" And Ralph? As usual, just wanting someone to let him outside, and figured getting all up in A's business might do the trick. Instead, he was mauled. We're still working on that "be nice to kitty" thing.