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 Little Precious Peanut.  Eleven.  I'd like to say she's just growing like crazy, but she's really not.  We need to break out the cream and butter diet for this teensy babe.  She is, however, getting older right before our eyes.  Life with Molly at 11-months is:

-A lot of stair climbing.  She makes an escape for them every chance she gets.  She's pretty good at going up.  Last night she climbed them while carrying three of Annie's shoes and tonight it was three forks.  She even knows not to go down, but she rocks her little knees right on the edge waiting for someone to grab her and it gives me heart attacks.  This month, we are going to teach her to turn around at the top and go backwards.

 
-She takes a few steps here and there, but is a ways from really being a walker.

-She loves it when we put her in her bed at night.  She grabs her pink bunny, snuggles up to her soft silk blankie, and then rolls over to her mobile so you will turn on the sounds.  She still wakes up some at night, but she goes back to sleep pretty easily.

-She added a new word to her vocabulary - cukoo.  She loves the cukoo clock at Grandma's house and can say cukoo when she wants to hear it sing - which is about every other minute.

-She likes music and dancing.  I always love the bouncing to music stage.  It's just so cute when their little bums bounce up and down.

-Her favorite game is peek-a-boo.  It always makes her smile.  She can also play pat-a-cake and blow kisses and point to people in response to "Where's Dad/Cole/Annie/Ben/Mom?" questions.

Oh Darlin', don't you ever grow up.  We just adore you to pieces, Baby Sue.

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