Luke, you are twelve months old today!
One.Whole.Year.
You have added things to my life that I never knew were
missing, and I can't imagine a life without your sweet smile.
Here's what you're up to these days...
You weigh 23lbs. 3oz. (up 15lbs. 13oz. since birth and 3oz. since last month), and you are 31.5 inches long (up 11.5 inches since birth and 1 inch since last month).
You are wearing mostly 9-12 month clothes, with a few 6-9 and some 12-18 mixed in and size 5 diapers.
You still sleep great, going to bed around 6:30PM on weeknights and waking up around 6:30AM. On weekends you go to bed at 7PM and wake up anywhere from 7-9AM. When we are at home you usually take a 45 minute morning nap and a 2 hour afternoon nap.
I have no idea how much milk you drink, because we are completely bottle free. You haven't been drinking from a bottle in over a month, but I was still using them to mix formula. At the end of August I began gradually moving you to whole milk, which you seem to like pretty well.
You are eating baby food, table food, and you love to snack on puffs and yogurt melts. However, you DO NOT like the Stage 3 baby foods with the chunks. You will stick your tongue out, make terrible faces, and nearly gag if I try to feed them to you. You would much rather have a jar of Stage 1 or 2 baby food or whatever we are eating.
You still haven't mastered the art of walking, but that doesn't stop you from getting what you want!
You are pulling up on everything, and you stand for extended periods of time...I'm fully expecting you to break out into a run one day.
You will utilize the pack n' play on occasion, but you are much happier when you are free to roam...which makes my job much harder! ;)
You still aren't saying Mama, and I'm seriously considering speech therapy (just kidding...sort of;)! You say "dada", "daddy", "sissy", "uh-oh" (after you've thrown dropped something on the floor), "hey" and "bye" (as you wave). There's been a time or two I would have sworn you said "Ashley", and as bad as that sounds I'd settle for it, ha!
You have 8 teeth, and you're working on a 9th!
(As they say...enough's enough! It's my birthday, and I'll cry if I want to:)
These words from one of my favorite children's books describe my feelings perfectly when it comes to my two miracles --
I am your parent, you are my child.
I am your quiet place, you are my wild.
I am your calm face, you are my giggle.
I am your wait, you are my wiggle.
I am your audience, you are my clown.
I am your London Bridge, you are my falling down.
I am your carrot sticks, you are my licorice.
I am your dandelion, you are my first wish.
I am your water wings, you are my deep.
I am your open arms, you are my running leap.
I am your way home, you are my new path.
I am your dry towel, you are my wet bath.
I am your dinner, you are my chocolate cake.
I am your bedtime, you are my wide awake.
I am your finish line, you are my race.
I am your praying hands, you are my saving grace.
I am your favorite book, you are my new lines.
I am your nightlight, you are my sunshine.
I am your lullaby, you are my peek-a-boo.
I am your kiss goodnight, you are my I love you.
I love you sweet boy. Happy Birthday!