My little baby is a year and a half.
Which really makes him not so much of a baby anymore.
I'm refusing to call him a toddler, he's still a baby.
He had his 18 month check up and he's healthy as can be.
He's right on track with all his milestones and the doctor has no worries.
He's talking up a storm and each day he seems to acquire a new word.
My favorite thing he says right now is, "I pilled" (spilled), in this high little questioning voice.
Sometimes he speaks in full babbling sentences and looks at us like we should know exactly what he is saying.
Other times he speaks so clearly I almost think it's Ethan.
Oh and the animation.
When he says something is yucky, he pulls his arm all the way back and does a full sweeping motion across his chest while saying, "ackey" in the deepest most disgusted voice possible.
Another favorite of mine.
His big blue eyes make me melt and sometimes it's so hard to be stern with him.
(I'm actually a bit of a softy when it comes to both boys.)
He's adventurous and nearly gives me a heart attack each day with his dare devilish ways.
He likes his trucks and cars, and prefers to be outside.
He enjoys going for bike rides around the block and watching Wall-E.
He seriously could watch it 5 times a day if we let him.
He's determined and strong, and can put up a good fight.
He's becoming more independent and opinionated each day.
I so love this boy.