Graham, 15 months |
I wanted to post about G when he turned one. Then, I thought 13 months was just as good. And then, 14 months passed and now we're into 15 months. . . and I'm still not quite sure what to say.
Love him. Love him. Love him. This boy is an incredible GIFT to our family and I love him.
He makes me tired (aka he keeps me up in the night so I can't get normal sleep). We've stopped nursing through the night, but he's decided he still wants to BE with me and will cry (exceptionally loudly) until I catch on to his ideas and comply.
He's still the loudest screamer in this house.
He reminds me of L; she cried when we put her to bed, when we went to get her up, when we put her in her car seat or high chair or stroller. . . G is very much the same. I think there are similar (strong) personalities at work. This actually gives me great hope, because I remember one day when L was older and I realized that she had words and more abilities and she wasn't crying all those times anymore. I'm looking forward to that day with G.
H doesn't have words yet, beyond a Mama and Dada, but he's trying to get out the kids' names. So cute to see him working on that "O" and he has a really good "t, t, t" sound going.
These days are passing by so quickly! Each one is a gift.
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