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Noah Walker, my big
buddy and little dood, you are 16 months old- I can't believe it. You have
grown up so much this past month.
This month you
became a big lap sitter. You have always loved to read books, but this month, you have to sit in my lap to read or else you
throw the book down or shut it immediately. The funny thing is you haven't
figured out how to back scoot into my lap. You try to sit facing me and then
turn around- which doesn't work so well. I love it.
Watermelon might be
your favorite food ever. We have seen some crazy temper tantrums when you have
finished a slice and we have to take it away. It's alright though because you
immediately start to perk up when we pull out another slice from the bag.
Teething teething
teething. You have been busy at work. I count 9 right now. They haven't come
all the way down, but you are a mouth full of swollen gums and have had fevers
to show for it.
You still love to be
outside and could push your toy giraffe trike all around the courtyard for
hours. Mommy and Daddy just watch you and let you get ALL that energy out.
Noah, you think you
are hilarious. You have started to do things or say things and then just chuckle to yourself with an "I'm so funny" laugh and grin. We eat
it up. You provide so much joy in this household.
I died laughing this
month when I caught you trying to put my bobby
pin back in my hair. I said thank you and
then you pointed to your head- like what about me? I put it in your hair and that's when I knew
it was time for a haircut. You didn't look like a Noah- you looked like a
Noelle. Yikes.
As for words, some of the new ones this month are "oh
gosh", "ok", "yeshhh", "juicccce",
"milkkkk", "gaga" (bird), "knee", and "baba"
(bottle). I know there are more, but
that's all I can whip out right now.
You know so much. We
can give you all sorts of commands like bring me a book, go sit down, throw this
away for me, where is your _____? and you will go find whatever we ask for, you know sorts of body parts, and my favorite- you blow big kisses. Grammy taught you that
this week. I melt when you smack your lips and throw your hands out.
Noah, you are my
sunshine. Although I have seen far too many neck fling backs and body meltdowns
because of the single word "no", I still love you. I realize that you
are testing the boundaries and learning what you can and cannot do. I have seen your first restaurant meltdown and
lots of fake crying to get your way. Your daddy and I have concluded that you
are very opinionated. We like to call it the only child
syndrome. Some like to call it the terrible twos. I think it might be a mixture
of both. These meltdowns are not my favorite, but for the most part, we see
them only about 10% of the time. The other 90% you are a little love bug of
personality.
Can't wait to see
what this next month brings.
We love you Noah.
