The kid has a better tan than all of us and is probably slathered in the most sunscreen when we leave the house because he’s still the baby. Apparently he learned from Dad that a farmer’s tan is all the rage. He wears it well, though.
Twelve months, man. It flew by. How he went from a snuggly little baby who only ate, slept, and pooped to a toddler who walks and climbs and barely sleeps just blows my mind. He is keeping us all on our toes for sure. His teeth have come in fast and furious and keep us awake at all hours of the night. I can’t wait until they’re finally all in and we can stop buying Tylenol on a regular basis.
He is a lover, this boy. Hugs and kisses all around for pretty much anyone who wanders by him. He loves all animals and when he sees anything that looks like a dog (horse, cat, goat) he gets so excited “Dah,” he yells with a huge smile on his face.
He says “mam” (and I always think of Will Ferrell in Wedding Crashers yelling for his mom to bring him meatloaf) and “Da” and I think I hear the beginning of Stella’s name when she comes downstairs in the morning. He signs “milk” for everything so you can imagine how fun it is trying to figure out what exactly he wants!
His four molars are starting to pop up and it’s making life pretty miserable. Some nights are fine and some nights he wakes up screaming. I can’t wait until they’re all up and ready to to chew. He has finally gotten the grasp of keeping food in his mouth so the packets of baby food are on their way out and I’m not at all sorry about that.
He is 30 1/2 inches and 20 pounds 7 ounces, a nine-inch growth from birth! James, you exhaust us daily with your endless energy but you also fill our hearts with love and laughter and watching you grow this past year has been so much fun. I can’t wait to see what your second year brings us. (More sleep, please!)