Our Boy is already 18 months old. Well, actually he has been
18 months for 23 days, I’m just a slow person when it comes to blogging.
It just amazes me. I remember being pregnant with him and receiving
18 month clothing and thinking; “he will never fit in these?!”
But lo and behold he is in his 18 month clothing.
Here’s a little about P at 18 months:
- He can climb up on everything
- He can barely feed himself with a spoon and fork, but we're still working on it
- He laughs when Blake or I blow on his tummy
- His favorite food; baby Cheetos, otterpops, and oddly enough guacamole & chips
- He loves to pretend to drive anything, whether it be a car or a lawnmower
- He can’t help but dance when he hears music
Though this age can have its rough moments I truly love
watching my boy grow. Though it wasn’t that long ago, it’s hard for me to
imagine what it was like when he was a newborn. Partly because of sleep deprivation
it’s all a bit of a blur. This is such a fun age, I sure feel lucky to call him mine.
