18 months of happy

I can't say this enough Weaky Man...You light up my day.

When you wake in the morning, I can just hear happy in your voice.
Your patience is a virtue, that you get from you father. You seem to be able to wait forever for me to get to you.
When I go into your room you are happy and giggly.
And you always have a BIG muah ready for me!


You are the best at eating. Amazing that just a year ago Dr. B was all over mommy and daddy about feeding you more, more weight, and just 6 months ago he was trying to find out why you weren't thriving. Well Dr. B, let me just tell you that solid food was the key. This little boy just can't get enough food now!

Still tiny, just around 23 lbs, but growing fast each day!



You have your moods. You HATE to get your diaper changed, and washing your face is next to impossible. You squirm and shriek and try to bury your face!

Brushing your teeth is your favorite thing to do, but getting that tooth brush out of your hands is next to impossible!


You love to walk, and kick balls, you can crawl fast up the stairs (still to short to walk them) you come down them by scooting on your butt (with mom's supervision!) You love music, and clap and do this sort of finger snap thing to the beat.


You conquer and destroy most everything. You find a basket, and pull EVERYTHING out. Then moving on to the next thing to destroy!




You talk all the time. Right now it's mostly gibberish. I can hear a definite "Ma" or "mom" from you all the time.

You say, Gigi, Gramma, and Daddy.


And I must be honest. When I was first pregnant, and I found out I was having your sister, I thought my life was complete. I thought having a little girl was what would make my heart just complete.


And I love my Bagel to pieces. She is SUCH a little me, sometimes it's a bit much. But in her face is her daddy, which I love.

And then I became pregnant again, and I found out I was having a boy. I was excited. I don't have any nephews, and I am one of the youngest of my cousins, so I was never around baby boys.


You were new to me, and I found you to be mysterious. You SO much different then your sister. You are louder, your dirtier, your pushier, you LOVE to climb everything and anything (you still haven't gotten the "gravity" thing yet, your just fearless!) and your just ALL boy.


I have fallen head over heals in love with you. I love to see that you look like me. I love that you resemble your Papa Carrots. I love that your a mamma's boy.


I love that at night I have to rock you, and calm you down from your days busy and excited schedule of toys and Sprout t.v. I love to rock you. I don't think I rocked Bagel enough. That time goes so fast. So we snuggle at night, in the dark, in your rocker. Then I tuck you in with a kiss, and you are asleep by about 8 pm.

Weaky. Happy is what you make me. I can't wait to enjoy the rest of our lives together.


Weaky is a ...
dirt loving,
monster growling,
muah kisser,
wookie pincher,
food loving,
exploring,
mamma's boy.

Happy 18 months! I Love you. Mommy