Eleven down, one to go.

I forgot to commemorate Calvin turning 11 months last week. It's the beginning of the end, my friends. Any/all subsequent kids will be lucky if I remember to acknowledge their actual birthdays.

So...11 months. Yikes. I am feeling very emotional about all of this growing up business, so I am just going to post a few pictures of Calvin looking kind of serious (what, is this like the angsty teenage phase of the first year?) and call it good. I'll save the mushiness and waterworks for next month.