So a few weeks back, my little man turned 16 months. I know this is probably the most cliche thing ever, but seriously, where has the time gone?!
I REALLY love this age. Like my friend Abigail, I'm not so much a baby person as I am an older kid person. Don't get me wrong, babies are great, but I love seeing their personalities come out. And it's really cool when they learn to walk:)
Yes, there are tantrums and big man poops (yes, I have a big eater which =big poops) and training issues along the way with a toddler. But there are so many wonderful and fun things about this age!
For instance, he's getting everything. Like I say, "ready to eat?" and he signs "eat" and runs to his high chair. I say, "want to go outside?" and he runs to the back door, grabs his shoes, and holds them high in the air.
Perhaps my favorite thing though is his words. He has said a few words for a while. But the last few months have been a language explosion! We often talk about putting on our "socks" and "jackets". We talk about "shapes" and our "firetruck." Every day, something new.
I have sung "Jesus Loves Me" to B while snuggling him before every nap since he was born. Now, I sing the last line but pause before the last word so he can proclaim a very pronounced, "So!!"
A while back, Trent was feeding B dinner and listening to Third Day when B said, "Jesus!" (It sounded more like "Dee-duss") Sadly, I was getting my oil changed in my car and not home. But I beamed when Trent texted me. I guess all the singing before naps and Third Day at supper made it stick. It made this mom proud.
