fifteen

Is it too early for New Year's resolutions? Because mine is going to be, among other things, to keep this blog updated. Like seriously and for real. I look back at my old posts and I'm so glad they're there as a record of days that are already long forgotten. And it makes me sad to think there are huge chunks of time missing where in another year I won't be able to remember all the awesomeness that unfolded during that time. So that's my New Year's resolution, a month early.

As of his 15 month appointment this morning he is 23.6 lbs, 30.25 inches tall, and still rocking a massive 97th percentile head. He's in the 60th percentile for weight which is basically smack in the middle, but only 20th percentile for height. Often people will ask me how old he is and then say that he's so tall for his age, which clearly is not true. I happen to enjoy my pocket sized peanut, and even though he may be smaller than the other kids at the playground he makes up for it in personality.

I won't even try to go through everything that's happened since the last time I wrote. Suffice to say, my walking, nearly talking baby hardly seems much like a baby anymore. So very strange.

If I ask him to get his shoes he runs over to the shoe bin and digs through the many pairs to find his tiny little blue and orange sneakers. I can ask him to get me a book by title and he can easily pick it out of the dozens he has. If I ask if he's hungry he will run over to his high chair and wait for me. If I ask if he wants to go outside he'll run to the door. He can point to his nose, blink his eyes, stick out his tongue, and chomp his teeth when asked. He giggles a lot. He knows how to do a Down Dog yoga pose. He's still a maniac for buttons of all shapes and sizes.

He's picking up signs like crazy now, after months of me signing to him with no hint of comprehension. So far we've got more, all done, milk, blueberry, water, and poop. We're working on waffle, cheese and bagel.

And now the holidays are upon us again. He's probably still to young to remember much, but at least this year he can actively participate. Christmastime holds some of my happiest memories from childhood. I hope the same will be true for him.