I thought for the 12 month update, we should have a recap of Andrew's blanket pictures.
Wish I'd thought to do the blanket pictures when he was a newborn, but you get the idea: he was tiny!
And...da da da dum...twelve months!
Yep, now he's officially huge. :)
It's kind of a relief that we have finished the blanket series, because ever since about 8 months, things have gone about like this.
He's a wild man! Makes it difficult to get mama's silly pictures!
Regardless of his wildness, he's still sweet as can be! And very toothy these days...4 middle bottom teeth, plus a molar, and 4 middle top teeth.
We started cow's milk a few weeks back, but it seems to upset his tummy a little, so we're still doing half formula-half milk. I've been working on getting him interested in the sippy cup, to make the transition from the bottle. But I don't think we're ready yet, and I'm just not overly concerned about it. There's nothing magic about the day he turns one, right?
In just the last week or so, we've had a breakthrough on the table food. Guess he was waiting on those teeth! He now eats shredded cheese, peas, diced avocado and banana, lots of Cheerios, anything cracker- or bread-like, and sometimes a few raviolis, but he's got some texture issues with those.
The little guy walks almost exclusively now, crawling only if he's trying to outrun us (i.e. if we left the bathroom door open). And he's very good at it. I'm thankful we've had no major spills. Oh, and the mummy walk is a thing of the past.
I mentioned in the last post, that we're weaning off the passy for awake time. I should have revealed that he still gets passy access in taumatic situations. You know, horrible things, like having to wear a hat or coat, having to sit in a car seat, having to get dressed, having to sit still in church, having 'Happy Birthday' sung to you. And being dunked in the snow by your parents.
He's doing remarkably well with the adjustment, considering how much he loves that little piece of plastic.
We still aren't really getting any words out of him, but one night we did get him to say 'dada' a few times. And he says something close to 'hey' when he's playing telephone.
Funny little things he does at one year:
-randomly stops playing and comes over to pat my leg or arm, just to say hi
-leans his forehead into our mouths if we say "kiss Mama" or "kiss Daddy"
-points to direct us where to take him around the house to flick light switches, touch phones, look in mirrors, peer out windows, etc. (he considers us to be very good servants)
-gives high fives
-clap, clap, claps
-wriggles his way under chairs and tables and behind furniture to find tiny little nooks that are just his size, where he then pops up, looking so very proud of himself
-initiates lots and lots of peekaboo
-fake cries: he screws his face all up and lets out a very deliberate whine, meant to sound like a cry and waits expectantly; if he doesn't get a reaction, he'll continue on his merry way and then stage another cry a little later
-asks permission by all but doing something and then turning around to look at us very inquisitively
-pulls all the books off the shelf, all the toys out of the bin, all the diapers out of the basket, all the cans out of the pantry...and so on and so on
Andrew Thomas, you are a pure joy at one year old! All the fun things you do make it not so hard for us to see you grow up. We can't wait to see what the next year brings!
The Mister and I are making a life for our family just outside Washington, DC. He spends his days (and many nights and weekends) working at a law firm in the city. I spend mine caring for our greatest blessings. This is the journal of our lives.