on august 18th, my baby boy turned one year old. one.entire.year.old. i can't believe it! this has, by far, been the best year of my life.
md, you have changed the game. my life has been made so incredible because of you. you are amazing. in each and every way and i've never had more fun. ever.
your ONE YEAR stats:
weight: 19 lbs - 5-10%
height: 29 3/4 inches - 50%
head: 18.5 - 50%
weight: 19 lbs - 5-10%
height: 29 3/4 inches - 50%
head: 18.5 - 50%
you aren't a big guy, but you sure are a cute one. you take after both daddy and i. we were small babies too.
we've been living with mamo and pa for a few months because we've moved back to san angelo and are still trying to sell our house in san antonio. you love them! they love you too! it's fun to see you getting so close to some of your family.
you stopped nursing completely about 3 weeks before your birthday. it was wonderful and sad all at the same time. you're such a big boy though. you sleep through the night. your bedtime isn't as exact as it used to be, but you still sleep from about 8:30-8am. the bad side of that is that you've started fighting your second nap. you aren't that big, little boy. :)
you crawl everywhere, stand, pull up on things and have started taking steps. you will really only walk to mamo or me though. we don't mind. :)
you've also started randomly throwing up. :/ we don't like it, but you don't seem to be too bothered by it. it usually comes after some coughing. you just have a sensitive gag reflex, the doctor says. it's gobs of fun. not. what is fun, though, is that one time, you threw up on daddy and he was frozen still. you actually made him throw up a little bit too. made mommy laugh!! oh, i'll probably tell that story your whole life long.
you say words: mama, dada, mamo, jules, dog, laney, hi!, bye-bye, i love you, boo (tthhhh), diaper (die-do) and tickle (ducka, ducka, ducka, ducka).
you make the cutest scrunched up-sniffy nose face ever. you do it any time someone does it to you, someone laughs with a nose-sniffy sound, or you want attention. it's the cutest thing ever.
you patty-cake.
you eat everything you see, but you have a special place in your heart for bread. like whoa.
you give the dogs their treats.
you carry your diapers to the trash.
you still love bathtime and love to drink milk from bottles.
you, absolutely, love ellie and grayson.
you wave bye-bye and blow kisses.
you steal my heart every second of every day. i am so very proud that you are my son. i love you like crazy, md.
we've been living with mamo and pa for a few months because we've moved back to san angelo and are still trying to sell our house in san antonio. you love them! they love you too! it's fun to see you getting so close to some of your family.
you stopped nursing completely about 3 weeks before your birthday. it was wonderful and sad all at the same time. you're such a big boy though. you sleep through the night. your bedtime isn't as exact as it used to be, but you still sleep from about 8:30-8am. the bad side of that is that you've started fighting your second nap. you aren't that big, little boy. :)
you crawl everywhere, stand, pull up on things and have started taking steps. you will really only walk to mamo or me though. we don't mind. :)
you've also started randomly throwing up. :/ we don't like it, but you don't seem to be too bothered by it. it usually comes after some coughing. you just have a sensitive gag reflex, the doctor says. it's gobs of fun. not. what is fun, though, is that one time, you threw up on daddy and he was frozen still. you actually made him throw up a little bit too. made mommy laugh!! oh, i'll probably tell that story your whole life long.
you say words: mama, dada, mamo, jules, dog, laney, hi!, bye-bye, i love you, boo (tthhhh), diaper (die-do) and tickle (ducka, ducka, ducka, ducka).
you make the cutest scrunched up-sniffy nose face ever. you do it any time someone does it to you, someone laughs with a nose-sniffy sound, or you want attention. it's the cutest thing ever.
you patty-cake.
you eat everything you see, but you have a special place in your heart for bread. like whoa.
you give the dogs their treats.
you carry your diapers to the trash.
you still love bathtime and love to drink milk from bottles.
you, absolutely, love ellie and grayson.
you wave bye-bye and blow kisses.
you steal my heart every second of every day. i am so very proud that you are my son. i love you like crazy, md.
2 comments:
He's such the little cutie-patootie!
Thanks for the catch-up...miss y'all!
You have done such a good job with him! Its not easy and you can tell you have put in the hard work. Michael is so precious. We love you guys.
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