Clearly, I am right on time in posting pictures of his birthday and waxing nostalgic about the last
Oh wait, I turned 30 in June. Whoops!
|we celebrated my birthday with ribs and otter pops... everyone liked the ribs, everyone except John Paul liked the otter pops|
Although it was only the middle of March the weather was perfect for dinner outside--which was a really good thing, because cleanup was much easier. And even though we have a great dining room and lots of leaves to put in the table, it is getting really hard to fit everyone when we are all together.
|and cleanup was... not insignificant|
And only five months later (only… almost a third of his life) he is running AND climbing all over the place. He definitely thinks he is one of the big boys, and he’s close to being able to hold his own. He has finally started saying “mama” consistently and it absolutely melts my heart every time. He is sweet and affectionate and cuddly, but also overflowing with mischief and 110% wild little boy. He excels at giving bazoomers (rasperries) and loves to wrestle with his daddy and brothers.
Other words in his ever-expanding vocabulary:
wa-wa--water (or sometimes milk)
ahge tuck--garbage truck
ash--crash (I remember M saying it exactly the same way at the same age)
soos--shoes (he gets very excited about shoes)
ou-sy--out side (ditto on the excitement)
And lots and lots of gibberish that perfectly mimics speech patterns and inflections, but has few recognizable syllables. He definitely thinks he’s talking, and half the time I think I understand him.
|playing at Roubaix Lake during our vacation to the Black Hills in June|
|he sucks his thumb and twirls his hair and we all think it's the cutest thing ever|
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