Holy Moly this little guy is so close to being a full year old!
Mommy and baby celebrated their birthdays together this weekend.
Matthew is cruising along quite nicely in terms of his development. He's finally clapping on command. He can walk around holding only one of our hands, but he's still rather crawl so it's a fight to get him to practice walking. He likes to make up his own games: pretends to feed us, likes to jump on his bed and do this hilarious butt drop, and he's finally figured out that he doesn't need our hands to do So Big.
His vocab is, um, interesting. Dawdee (Doggie - except he's forgotten that he can say his g's) has come to mean all furry animals with 4 legs. He's added Fa (fan), Ook (book), and Cock. Yep, that's right. I was going on and on about needing to find some caulk for the woodwork and guess what started popping out of his mouth.
I guess the mimicking has commenced.
Bath time has improved greatly. The highlight is relaxing and laying back so that mom can rinse his hair and pour water all over him. Whew! Bedtime, however, is a bit of a nightmare lately. No pun intended. I think a combination of teething (we have 6 now), crazy bad diaper rash, and the onset of separation anxiety has torpedoed sleeping through the night. I feel a bit like I have a newborn again. Ryan has reiterated that I need to drink at least a little water in place of coffee so that I don't die. Funny man.
This boy loves his toys and I love this grin. It's so charming and is usually successful in getting him whatever he wants.
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