His favorite song is "Happy Birthday." He was crying pretty hard in the night and the only thing that would calm him down was my singing of the song. I stopped because I could hear him singing it back to me so softly. He didn't pronounce any of the words fully but it was clearly the song. It brought tears to my eyes. Those are precious little moments only moms get.
He says no, mom, hi, nana, and just started saying "uh-oh." He jabbers all the time.
He loves his shoes. He gets so excited to put the on because it means we're going somewhere.
He likes to spit like this and thinks it's way funny.
Okay, maybe it's my reaction that he finds funny. Why do boys think grossing out their moms or scaring them is so funny?
He pretty much just stands in his highchair now. He only sits if he's really into what he's eating.
He is 30.5 inches tall. He's grown a half inch since his birthday. I'm not used to a child of mine being tall enough to look out the window at this age. I had to put a stack of blankets for my other one-year-olds. How is he so tall?
He loves to be outside. I've let him walk to the mailbox with me instead of pushing him in the stroller. He picks up rocks and sticks and then drops them a few houses later when he finds better rocks and sticks. I feel like you never truly know your child until you've watched them explore outdoors.
When he finds something interesting around the house, like a toy car or a toothbrush, he lies down on his back to play with it.
The only thing he likes about church is running and shouting in the gym. Three more months until nursery (if he'll go).
He does not handle being tired well.
He loves books but only has a 3 second attention span per book. It's annoying.
He likes to climb on the back of the couch and then fall on whoever is sitting there.
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