Eleven Months

Cecily is crawling, laughing, and occasionally (but infrequently) sleeping through the night.

She loves to pull herself up to standing, but can't figure out how to get back down, so she's often stranded like this, screaming her head off:

She doesn't have any teeth, but she won't let that get in the way of her eating everything that the rest of us are having.  Some of her more unlikely foods lately have been red pepper strips and apple slices.

Her hair is growing, so it's now too long to stick up in the air.  I'm a little sad to see her mohawk go, but she's getting closer to pony tails and hair clips.