16.2 lb in a freshly clean diaper & empty belly
Long. Very long. I haven't been able to hold his squirmy self down to measure, but I'll get official numbers from the doctor next week.
North Texas Irish Festival. A couple of birthday parties. A cold or two.
Laughing! The best thing in the world. His first laugh was on St. Patrick's day, which is exactly one year after I found out he was joining our family, so that was neat.
Puking! On everything! Still!
Sitting up in the Bumbo
"Standing" on laps
Grabbing things (with about a 50% success rate)
Shoving any & everything into his mouth
Works in Progress:
Rolling over--oh how he wants to do it, but is still a quarter turn short.
Grabbing fistfuls of hair
The itchy forehead rash that causes him to try to maim himself on a daily basis
Giggles & smiles
He recognizes me & smiles when he sees me. He likes me. Dude.
That he's still a mostly immobile lump that I can just lay down & expect him to stay put
That he's learning to do stuff every second and become less lump-like by the minute
The mysterious thing in the middle of the night that causes him to lose his wee little mind for 3-5 minutes
He's so big and bright-eyed and beautiful. I'm so lucky to have him.