Thirteen Months
Today Drew is thirteen months old.It has been amazing to watch him change so quickly from a tiny, extremely dependent baby to a mischievous, happy, and INDEPENDENT toddler.
He wakes up between 7 and 8 each morning and is always so cheery and happy. Sometimes I walk into the nursery to see him swaying as hard as he can at the end of the crib that faces the morning sunshine. It’s as though he is doing a good morning dance.
I have hung a blanket on the wall above Drew’s changing table that my Grandmother Betty gave him. Now when I lay him down to change his diaper, he jumps right up and leans against the wall and hugs it. He then points to all the animals while I get the wipes and diaper ready and finally I say, “Drew. Diaper!” And he ignores me. And we go through that a few times and finally I just lay him down and then the game becomes peek-a-boo as he grabs the bottom of the blanket and pulls it over his face while I do the dirty work. He does this every single time I change his diaper. I just know one day he is going to totally aim for the blanket and ruin Grandma Betty’s lovely gift.
You can also see in that picture how long his hair is getting. I am ignoring the fact that my child may have a slight version of a mullet. Everyone in my family is mentioning that I need to “get that child’s hair cut! He looks like a girl!” But I’m not cutting it. Yet. I think his hair looks absolutely precious.
We go for a walk in The Valley every day and Drew loves to watch the birds and bunnies flit about through the beautiful green (and sneezy) land. He wiggles his toes when something especially exciting occurs and each time we walk by our neighbors roosters I see Drew eyeing them carefully.
Apparently, my small son has also joined a gang and is already fluent in the gang signs. I’m not too happy that he has chosen to learn these signs BEFORE ENGLISH.
I do have one embarrassing thing to mention. Ever since Drew was about six months old, I’ve made this awful face at him complete with a “HeeyUGH” noise in hopes that he would mimic it because I just thought that would be something a good mother should do. It has been a long time coming but Drew finally has mastered this same facial expression.
Drew isn’t terribly picky about the food he eats. Although, he did get slightly bored with the amount of lima beans I gave him today. I just COULD NOT GET ENOUGH and naturally assumed that he would feel the same way. I’ve heard how other kids are picky and that one day they’ll just spit it all right back out and ask for a cheeseburger. But Drew has never done that. In fact, I can feed him pretty much anything. The only food that he really pushes away is cheerios. He doesn’t do this right away. He eats about ten or so and then just looks at them and starts throwing them around. I even saw a few cheerios in my shoes today and I won’t even begin to go into the story of how there are STILL a pile of cheerios inside of our car.
I realized his true feelings about cheerios when I gave him a few today and he just laid his head over on the highchair like he was having the worst day ever.
But he finally took a few more bites and then I said “HeeyUGH!”
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