he makes life interesting. he get’s into EVERYTHING. can go from happy-go-lucky to raging mad in a matter of seconds. he can also be the sweetest little guy. he loves to hug and give kisses and cuddle. and then he goes back to being a maniac. at 18 months, he’s already climbed out of his crib. he loves to get in the dryer. he can push chairs over to the counter to get to no-no items out of his reach. He loves to play in the toilet. he loves bananas and would eat as many as I’d let him-I do believe he is part monkey. he tries to eat the bubbles in his bath but he refuses to eat vegetables-of any kind. I’ve resorted to making him smoothies or juice from our new juicer and I sneak in spinach and carrots whenever I can. he doesn’t walk, he only runs. he’s so fast, but really clumsy. he almost always has a bump on his head from falling down, or off of something. hmmm…. looking at these pictures, I’m noticing that he’s not wearing pants in most of them. it is so hard to hold him still during a diaper change that keeping him there long enough to put his pants back on is a battle I often chose not to fight.
