|my boy. 12 months ago.|
Anton 567 days old. Or 81 weeks. Or 18 months and 20 days.
In other words, not a baby anymore (sniff, sniff).
Today after conking out in the stroller ~8 minutes after refusing to nap, I scooped him up to lay him on my bed (because he just sleeps soooo well propped in our pillows). As I picked him up, he wrapped his arms around my neck, held tight and nuzzled in. My heart immediately turned to a puddle of love sauce and my eyes got watery. That's our boy. A lover.
|18 months--to the day.|
How can I capture Anton's affectionate, easy going* nature in a blog post?
Here are a few of my favorite things, for the record books.
You know, before I forget....
- Anton is ALWAYS dancing. He signs and says "moh" to keep music going. He even dances along Stella's scream-singing which cracks me up. With proper space, he side skips around swinging his arms up and down (think of the monkeys). Usually he is without proper space and just bobs to the street beats and grocery stores tunes in the stroller.
- His smile, dimples and curly hair melt my heart. Every single expression is 100% precious. (I'm his mom so it's legal for me to make declarations like that). See what I mean?
- Beaded necklaces are his favorite accessory. He likes to have one (or three) on at all times.
- New situations are not his cup of tea. For that matter, neither are new people. We went to a neighborhood story time and while his sister danced around the room, Anton looked skeptical and alternated between clinging to my neck and sitting in my lap (squished up against me). He kept whispering bye-bye and reaching for my bag, as if to say, "Get your stuff, we're leaving."
- Anton loves anything related to balls. Particularly ba-ba-ball (basketball) which he chants as we approach or pass any playground. He is also obsessed with garbage and fire trucks...motorcycles and scooters. Such a boy.
|minutes before his first hair cut.|
- Other than Greek yogurt and meatballs, he generally prefers a vegetarian diet. His favorites include avocados, blackberries, peaches, mashed cauliflower and minestrone soup.
- He is tickled by his new found communication skills and must say >100 words. The general public (and close friends and family) can understanding about 5% of those words. We're working on articulation. I die every time he says sweatshirt. He knows body parts, clothes, animal sounds, food items, and modes of transportation. The stuff that matters in life. He smiles, nods, and beams in general when I acknowledge understanding what he said.
- Without a bottle at 4a.m, he wakes for the day at 5:30. So...he gets a bottle at 4a.m. Naps are touchy so I let him fall asleep in the stroller or watching t.v. on my bed. That goes against the advice of every baby book on my shelf but I don't care because usually my kids nap together for 2.5-3 hours. And that keeps this mama sane.
I can't pretend life has been easy. Two babies in twelve months has meant a lot of crazy days. Days where dirty dishes and laundry pile high. Days that end with all of us in tears (usually not Jason). Days where I've had to remind myself that people (lots of people) plan to have babies a year apart.