18 months with this guy.
When I think about the last year and a half with him, I think of 2 things: snuggles and kisses. He gives some of the best, and I bet years from now, when I’m reminiscing on his babyhood, I’ll remember that the most. I’ve never squeezed and kissed anybody as much as him.
He’s beginning to talk more. He makes animal noises, and says bye-bye, momma, dada, no, and uh-oh, but I can tell that he’ll be saying more soon. He’s trying, and even though he doesn’t say much, he definitely doesn’t have a problem communicating and understanding. He’ll nod his head yes or no when asked a question, and he’s great at following directions. He likes to help, just like Lily always has.
He’s into everything, and I’m honestly surprised that Lily is the first one to have a broken bone. He’s rough and tumble and he falls and gets hurt often. He’s a major momma’s boy, so those tumbles are always followed by big tears and loads of drama, no matter how small of a fall it may have been. He will cry at the drop of a hat.
He likes to eat, but I still don’t trust him with most foods because he is known for his choking. He loves corn and any meat, and of all the foods in the world, shrimp is his favorite. He’s not big on fruits, but he’ll eat his veggies, and of course he loves Cheerios, Goldfish, and Popsicles. One of his current favorite snacks is pretzels, apple slices, and sunflower butter.
He loves trucks and motorcycles, but he loves John Deere tractors the best. He lights up every time he spots one. On Tuesday morning, we wait for the dump truck to pick up the garbage, and sometimes we’re lucky enough to watch the school bus in the afternoon. He’s starting to enjoy the chunky wooden baby puzzles, and he always loves books. He doesn’t sit still often, but he will sit still for a book.
He loves being outside, and the first thing he goes for is the little red Cozy Coupe that Lily used to ride. He loves to climb in and out of its seat and pretend that he’s driving, broom-broom noises included. He plays in the little Fisher Price cottage, too, and he used to love playing on the trampoline, but since Lily’s accident, I’m banning all trampoline use. Nice knowing you, trampoline.
Long story short, I could eat him up and kiss his face off all day everyday. He’s a handful and he’s wild, and he keeps me on my toes in a way that I’ve never had to be before. But he always comes back for the hugs and kisses and snuggles, and I’ll take that.
Happy 18 months, buddy. We love you to pieces.