This week you turned 18 months. I’m not sure how this happened, but here we are. We had your 18 month doctor appointment yesterday, and you’re weighing in at 24 pounds, and are 34 inches long – 98th percentile, you tall and skinny kid. And after seeing Bennett’s family for your great-grandma’s funeral, I can see that they all look like that. Tall and skinny. With dark hair and dark eyes. Those James boys —
You are babbling all the time. You’re saying about 15-20 words now including: Elmo, apple, ball, bubble, “oh-no!”, Stella, baby and lots of others. That sweet little voice saying “mama” or “mommy” is the best. Although, you still love saying “daddy-da” the best. And you’ll point at every picture of daddy, and look at me and say “daddy?”
You can point to your belly, toes, ears, nose, and head when asked, and when we ask to show us where your belly is, you always pull your shirt up. You love playing outside, and still love the movie, Frozen. You also really love Cars. You like anything that moves and makes a ton of noise!
You’re still a pretty picky eater, and still won’t touch most meat. You only eat one brand of sausage, and will eat a bite or two of chicken nugget. You still love fruit and pancakes, mac n cheese, and your mee-maws apple sauce.
You love climbing and running and touching everything. We can’t go to Target without you touching the giant red balls out front, or leave a remote anywhere you can grab it. Pushing buttons is the most fun thing in the world for you.
Sheffield – these last 18 months have been the best in the world. Your giggles and smiles are infectious and can turn a really bad day into a pretty good one. I cherish your snuggles and kisses and hugs more than you’ll ever know. Keep on being you, little booger man. Your mama and daddy-da love you to the moon and back.