Oh silly boy, I cant believe how much you are growing. You have had a very busy month.
The basics:
You still wear 18 month shirts. You wear 12 month jeans, although they are too big in the waist. You wear anywhere from 6-12 month in shorts.
You wear size 5 shoes, a couple of size 4’s.
You wear size 4 diapers.
You are about 32” long and MAYBE 21 pounds.
You have 16 teeth. Two year molars, here we come. (hopefully we can wait until we are a little bit closer to 2)
You try to repeat words all the time. Nothing sounds like it should though, but you try.
You have started “singing” a lot more.
Sleeping…ugh. Not good.
You LOVE milk. I usually cant get you to drink anything else.
You love to play golf and hit golf balls or anything that resembles a golf ball. (all golf clubs belong outside at this point)
You would stay outside all day long if you can. You love it. You even have some color to you now.
You have had your third haircut. Aunt K gave it to you and you hated it and screamed the whole time (you already need a new one)
You still love your cousins and love that you get to see them all the time. You adore Zayne and want to be big like him.
Temper.Temper.Temper. It’s bad and most of the time it comes out of no where.
You still have your paci. I am giving you a couple of more months with it.
You “played” your first round of golf with daddy. You loved the flag more than anything else.
You started watching Zayne’s tball games and love them. You are pretty good at the games because you are so interested in them, you sit there in daddy’s lap. You really don’t want momma during this time, I guess tball is for boys.
You are still a momma’s boy, but you want daddy giving you your night time milk and laying with daddy until its bed time…as long as momma is still in the room.
You are silly, so silly. I really don’t know where you get the things you do, but it keeps us on our toes.
You have the best smile.
This month has been very hard on momma and miles. We have had our conflicts and you have been testing mommy…a lot. I would not trade it for the world. After all the screaming, hitting, pinching, throwing, spitting, scratching that you have done to momma this last month, you give me one of those famous slobbery, wet, snotty kisses, it makes it all worth while. I love you bunches and bunches!!!
