And just like that, he is 18 months old.
I still feel like I just had a baby. But in other ways, he might as well be 5 years old.
He is such a big boy with so much personality.
We walk around our town and explore the park, library, and beach.
He is the BEST company.
His main words (when he feels like saying them) are: moo, mawmaw, DaDa, Ziggy (his Grandma's dog), kitty, hi, doggy, MMMMMMM when something is tasty,
and a few others.. plus a lot of mostly indecipherable babbling. We have in depth conversations all day.
He is sweet, sometimes cautious, strong willed, puts his own shoes on,
"reads" to himself, giggles a lot, VERY good on the ipad, and brings me so much joy.
(AND WHATTTTTT used the potty today?!) --TMI.
I get tears in my eyes often because I love him so much and am stunned at how many good moments we've shared since the day he was born. It's a Mom thing, right?
I am currently preparing for the meltdown I will most definitely have on the day he turns 2.
Happy 18 months You Little Mister.