He's getting up there!Our little boy is almost a year! In July he turned 10 months old! And now that we're midway through August, we can almost say that we have a 1 year old. I'm still in denial that I even have a child and I answer to Mama. That's right, we've got a talker and a crawler!
When he's distraught and crying, he screams for Mama.
When he's happy and excited, he yells for Dada.
He's over 23 pounds now, still a tank, still has the biggest most adorable cheeks Heavenly Father had to offer, and we're still so in love with him.
He's at such a fun and disastrous age. I saw disaster because he gets into everything. Every since he started crawling he loves to get into drawers, pull himself up on anything and everything, and learned that he has a mean arm. That kid can throw... hard. He loves to chuck his bottles, toys, and anything else he can get his grubby little hands on. He's such a boy and I love it.
When he's distraught and crying, he screams for Mama.
When he's happy and excited, he yells for Dada.
He's over 23 pounds now, still a tank, still has the biggest most adorable cheeks Heavenly Father had to offer, and we're still so in love with him.
He's at such a fun and disastrous age. I saw disaster because he gets into everything. Every since he started crawling he loves to get into drawers, pull himself up on anything and everything, and learned that he has a mean arm. That kid can throw... hard. He loves to chuck his bottles, toys, and anything else he can get his grubby little hands on. He's such a boy and I love it.
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