Wednesday, March 12, 2014
W was 18 months old yesterday. I don't know where the time has gone. He is growing so fast. He's tall (probably not for his age but he just looks so big). He talks a lot. He loves his brothers SO much. He loves his daddy and gets so excited when he comes home from work. He has quite the personality and brings joy to all of our lives.
His check up isn't until next week so I don't have any cool stats about his height or weight at the moment. I can tell you he says: sock and shoes, flashlight, applesauce, each of his brother's names (in his own way), Mama, Daddy, Grandma, Papa, eat, cup, up, please, thank you, your welcome, no (very emphatically - he practices but never uses it with us), uh-huh, uh-uh, ball, Becca, Paula, and I know there are more I'm forgetting. He can woof and howl like a dog and quack like a duck. He walks, runs, climbs (up and down), and tries to spin around in circles. He tries to jump but his feet don't quite make it off the ground yet. He eats most anything and nothing all at the same time. He'd be content to drink milk all day but I do my best to sneak a smoothie in there for nutrition purposes. He loves chocolate and has recently discovered Dum dums (thanks to the Drs office). He loves to be held and cuddled and tickled and does his best to wrestle and keep up with the big boys. He throws fits more than any of my other children and is willing to scream to make himself known if he feels he needs to. Daily I learn more about his personality and I am so excited to continue to do so. Part of me wants to keep him small, to hold on to the pudgy hands and desire to cuddle and be held, but I am also ready to see who he will become and to do my best to guide him as he grows.