For those of you keeping track, RG turned 18 months on the 19th. That’s two pregnancies! Three if you count my *actual* pregnancy.
I have a son who is a year and a half old. Very strange. I suppose I should stop charting every little age milestone, because it can be a bit depressing, but it’s beyond my control. I am compelled to document them in every manner possible, including the following:
Let’s compare how much he’s changed in a year. This is from Feb 20, 2005. Photos have been edited to preserve his dignity.
This is from Feb 20, 2006. He’s gotten a bit bigger, including the areas behind the black circle.
He’s giving kisses here. He makes a fish face and then expects kisses in return. He clutches his new favorite stuffed animal, from his aunt steph. thanks steph!
Not much happening here, just a picture that I liked.
Here he is stuffing as many goldfish in his mouth as he can (notice the fistful he already has).
My little boy wants to grow up to be a shriner. awwww…
Eating peas and loving it, I guess. Actually, he really does like peas. frozen though, not canned, or even fresh. He’s got a picky palette what can you do.
- the injured will rise again.
- maybe it’s me?