11 months.

holy cow. Azaria is 11 months old!

you know it's almost weird for me to call her Azaria? 

i mean i love her name. 

we picked it with great thought and intent and purpose.

(if you don't already know, it's Hebrew and means "Helped by God")

but Mr. Snug and i from the beginning dubbed her Zeze 

(i mean we are talking the still baking in the oven kind of beginning).

so all this to say is that my sweet, beautiful, cheeky little Zeze is 11 months old (as of the 13th),
and i just can't believe it.

this little minx has so much personality. 

she laughs at herself and at us when we laugh at her.

she is standing for a few seconds at a time by herself.

she cruises herself all over our living room or really any perimeter she can move about.

she loves other babies, and hams it up at Baby Time at our library.

one time she terrified a baby a few months older than herself because she kept screeching her hello's at  this little one. when i say screech i mean screech. 

Zeze literally screeches like a ring-wraith
from Lord of the Rings when she is happy. 

that includes staring at herself in the mirror and when she is face to face with other babies.

she has a lot more hair now; that her mama so stylishly brushes into a mohawk after baths. 

(that's why it stays perpetually stuck up in places). 

the little reepicheep is quite curious all of the time. 

i wish she would slow down from growing up so fast.

i mean she is gonna be 1 soon. 

i am not ready for that yet. 

but apparently she is.

this the paradox of a parent i suppose.

go figure.