Our Boy. . .

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.