You have a tissue? I started crying while thinking about writing this post. My baby is a year old today. The past year has flown by. I feel like someone is playing a practical joke and ripped a few months out of the calendar (it was probably Alex, he's always ripping up important papers). We are so happy Alex joined our family last August and I cannot figure out how we were so lucky. He is so well-behaved and is almost always happy. He is an amazing sleeper and I can put him in his crib even when he isn't tired and he will go to sleep. He loves playing with things that aren't really toys and sometimes I wonder why we even bought toys! He is my little sweetheart who will only cuddle when he's tired or nursing. I love the sweet moments we have together while he is nursing. I can't believe I thought about stopping around three months. I cannot say enough good things about him. He is the sunshine in our lives.
Weight: 18 pounds, 10 ounces
Length: 29 inches
He climbs in and out of the laundry basket.
He got toilet paper stuck to his foot!
He even looks cute while looking dumb.
He rips up important notebooks while I am sleeping.
He puckers his lips.
He climbs over everything instead of going around it.
He stands up his books.
He still loves the swings.
He relaxes in his high chair.
He climbs over the arm rest and onto the end table.
He plays RockBand.
He gets stuck in corners.
He plays with the plunger... until we see him with it.
He finds pacifiers that had been missing for weeks!
He snuggles in the mornings.
He loves the laundry basket.
He will not stay seated in the grocery cart!
He gets tired from playing with his toys.
Playing with the keyboard.
He has a cute, huge smile.
He uses anything he can find to get a little higher.
He won't play with the cell phone once it has been locked.
He learned how to flush the toilet.
He won't walk when we want him to.
He helps push the grocery cart.
He gives good high fives.
He tips over.
He eats dirt and other sick things outside.
He eats the bark in the park.
He cries when Daddy walks out the door.
He does a bear crawl when on the sidewalk.
He crawls under his crib.
He gets in fights with pillows.
He is very smart.
He plays with his food and makes big messes.
Sometimes food is funny.
He cannot walk straight.
In a rare moment, he just relaxes on the ground.
He pulls the rubber off the door stoppers and chews on them.
He is saying, "Nom Nom Nom!" Seriously!
He attacks the camera and the camera attacks him.
We torture our son in the following ways:
We put him in the washing machine. He is terrified of it. He clings onto our arms when we walk near the washer, dryer, or dishwasher.
This is probably why he's so afraid.
He fell onto the edge of the TV stand.
He dropped a dumbbell on his foot.
We make "chalk" outlines of his body.
We feed him sugar cereal.
We bury him under clothes.
Here are a few more things Alex does for which we do not have a matching picture.
He...
...doesn't like mandarin oranges. So strange.
...will eat any food from us but does not like baby food very much.
...is always making blowing noises.
...plays catch with us or by himself.
...loves all things water: bath, pool, puddles.
...puts his arms up when we are putting on or taking off his shirts.
...pulls all of Sam's socks off the shelf. Every day.
...will not play with the laptop if it is sitting on the ground closed.
...takes off his own shoes and socks and gets very excited when he gets his socks off.
...opens the bathroom cupboard and gets into the garbage can.
...pulls all of the nuts off of the baking shelf in the kitchen.
...teases you with food. He holds it out to you and then if you open your mouth, he quickly sticks it in his own mouth!
...chews things with his lips puckered because his only teeth are in the front.
...does the splits when we set him down to change his diaper.
...grinds his teeth.
