Lover of all things bread. Almost a walker (he is pushing off and taking 3 steps with his arms outstretched, Frankenstein style before crashing). Master of the squinty nosed, squishy faced, toothy, goofball smile. Thinks that pigs are hilarious and practices snorting.
Can and will push anything that moves. Squeals when we swing together on the hammock. Continues to have the world's most contagious laugh. Into everything he shouldn't be. His daddy's mini-me. His mama's boy.... although he sure is excited to see "Dada" these days.
Oh so very feisty. He has just started saying "Nah nah nah nah naaaaah" when he doesn't want to do something. Uh oh. Loves to dance and does so on command. He does a mean "stir the bowl." Thinks that sneezes are hysterical.
His sister's biggest fan. Wants whatever she has. Friendly when people are at a distance and says "Hiya!" When they come close, he hides his face. We spent the last 2 weeks with my mom and he instantly started calling her "ya ya." Still only has 2 teeth.
Always has at least one big bruise... at the moment, on his forehead. Has had more bloody injuries in the last 2 weeks than Lily ever has. Intense. Wants to eat the minute he wakes up in the morning. Hates his car seat or anything else that involves straps. Or clothes. Or diaper changes.
Refuses to leave his sippy cup on the table. Laughs when it crashes on the ground and says "ah dah" while doing the sign for all done.
Needed a haircut desperately and finally got one.
We walked in with a baby and left with a little boy.
And now, the party planning begins!