My baby turned 18 months old this last Saturday.
I know I should be sad that he is getting bigger and he is my last baby.
But really, I'm not.
There's just too much to worry about when they are babies. And it's always nice to see that they are becoming more independent. Plus I'm ready for a bit more freedom.
Snapshot of Caleb at 18 months:
Uses "No" and "Stop" to pretty much get anything he wants
Climbs out of his crib and now sleeps on a big boy bed
Loves to give kisses
Climbs onto the kitchen counters using chairs
Climbs into bathroom sink and runs water all over himself
Loves being outside and his blankie
Loves you to read him books as long as he gets to hold them
Hates his diaper or his clothes changed
Loves his mom best
Has the best dimples and smile
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