Eleven months

Is Henry concerned that he is in some sort of underwater tunnel, surrounded by sharks? No, it's the woman vacuuming at the end of the hall that has him so worried.

Eleven months, folks. That's almost a year. Good grief.

Some things (because I doubt I'll have time for eleven things before he does something catastrophic) about Henry at eleven months:

• He's a dancer. As soon as he hears music, he bops his head and his body in a surprisingly rhythmic fashion. Video to follow soon.
  
• His interaction with the dog has really increased, to include: smiling at her when she comes upstairs, climbing in bed with her, imitating her bark with a really cute "ruff", and chewing on her tail. Though annoying at times, the dog is remarkably patient.
• In the morning, he usually sits on the floor and eats Cheerios (well, Joe's Os if we're being specific) out of a tiny cup while we make breakfast. This behavior, more than almost any other, makes it feel like we suddenly have a tiny person (rather than the baby we used to have) living with us.
• He has discovered stair climbing, and those of you who have been in our house know that we have a lot of stairs. Gates have been ordered.
• Like a good librarian's son, he loves his books. He'll often sit and page through books on his own.
  
• He stands really well on his own now, for minutes at a time. First steps can't be far off.
• Most importantly:
  

How can this tiny baby be a almost a year old?