Blueberry is 11 months (and a half!)

He is becoming more communicative by the day. He says a couple of words, a very sad ma-ma, whenever he desperately needs me to pick him up, or da-this, when he wants to walk.  But we think he understands a lot of words. The other day his dad asked him where was the lady bug in French (meaning the lady bug sticker on the wall) and he pointed to the lady bug...Then of course I went right in and asked in Armenian the same thing and he looked very confused...but whatever...He mostly knows names of instruments (accordion) and animals (canary) and commands and questions like look at me, get up, or where is  this? (both in French and Armenian). How do we know? Because he either points at them, turns his head towards them or presses the button that corresponds to nouns in his picture books.

But challenges continue on motor development side  :) He still cannot pull himself up to stand or to sitting position for that matter but he loves being up and tries to walk up. But I don't see him crawling or walking anytime soon.

He continues to love music. Now he knows how to turn the music player on and off, and how to open the CD player. I suspect the player who endured a shipment from Boston to France will not have a very long life.

chilling with mama

He is still very flirtatious, especially with blond ladies. It's very funny to see how he turns his head whenever there's a blond girl passing. At first I was offended for his preference for blonds, I mean, why not a girl like his mama (right?), but then I thought...OK, he has the right to choose whoever he likes (for as long as I approve of course ;))

His index finger is everywhere. He puts his index finger in his food, on every button he finds, in his nose and  in my nose (great!)

Attachment is full blown, he cries when I step out of the room, he needs to be close to me ALL THE TIME, boy I so want this phase to be over.

Proud grandparents!

For the first time in his life he showed signs of jealousy: I have a nephew now (yayy!) And when I held him in my arms, he started crying, wanted me to pick him up, and of course he claimed my breasts although he was not hungry (like saying you are mine, and this is my milk). I was really surprised because he doesn't do that when I hold other babies. weird!

On a totally unrelated note: I achieved the last step to become a real mother by making home-made yogurt (old-school, no electric devices). And it is delicious! If you are curious, I'll send you the recipe...