Official toddler. He’ll be 15 months old next week and for some reason the big 1 5 makes me think of him much older. It wasn’t even 65 weeks ago that I was holding him on my chest sobbing for joy; 65 Saturdays we’ve enjoyed together. The biggest change from 12 to 15 months has been his speech. He loves talking and every once in a while you know what he is saying. Every weekday morning it’s “bah-bah” (bottle) and “nah-nah-a” (banana) while we shuffle around the house getting ready for work. If it were up to Moses he would eat 5 bananas a day but we has only recently reached his max of 3 whole ones earlier this week. It melts my heart when I’m rolling over at 7am to the sound of his voice in the monitor yelling “daddy, dad, dad, daddy”. Daddy, Dorry (his teacher) and surprisingly chicken are the clearest words he pronounces. ball, ducky, and a few others are becoming popular. Wednesday in the yard playing he was complaining I wouldn't come pick him up. I kept telling him to get up and come see me; in response instead no (like he normally would) he was saying “no-ey” “no-ey” in the most whimpering voice. I quickly realized we are no longer allowed to add "ey" to the end of everything! Not only does he talk more but he also understands 10 times as much. At night I’ll tell him we’re going to take a bath or let’s get jammies on and as quickly as he can, he’ll run into his room (or bathroom) and stand ready for me to undress him. He also loves playing where is your nose, where is your eyes game and loves showing me his teeth. This morning he informed me where his hiney and wieney are....o they grow up so fast :)
Mid swing at the park
Our favorite 6pm spot: the back porch!
Another big step he's taken is eating with a "big boy" spoon...as you can see, peas are not very easy to lift from bowl to mouth.
His favorite face to make when I ask him to "smile at the camera"
He loves reading, the outdoors, shooting hoops, throwing balls (or anything really), crawling around bridges (aka your legs) in the bathtub, looking outside the window waiting for dad to come home, pulling down anything he can find to make music, dancing, and acting wild. He is out of control but we love him. The nut cases I live with!




























