Excuse me Little Boy, have you seen my baby? I swear he was right here a minute ago.
Yep, he’s all of the sassy, sweet and active that every little 1.5 year old should be. When I look at him one way he’s a busy little boy and then I’ll look at him another and he’s still a chubby cheeked baby. He’ll run up to me, wrap his arms around my knees and ask “Up please?” I’ll scoop him up, nuzzle his precious little neck and he sighs against my shoulder like he’s always done.
Besides climbing milestones, Sammy is talking up the storm these days too. He surprises us with words like “bounce” when he throws a ball or “pretzel” when I gave him the wrong snack. He doesn’t have to many special Sam words except for “bah” for a cup or drink (it took me a while to figure that one out) and he calls his beloved baby friend M (G’s sister) “May-may,” which is a combination of her name and Baby. He’s pretty much into nouns these days but he’s beginning to combine them in two-word sentences. “Hi Dada” “Bye-bye Mama” “Noooooo miiiiiiine!”
We had his 18 month check up a few weeks ago. He’s perfectly healthy, perfectly cute and just as off-the-charts big as always. He’s weighing in at a bruising 28.5 lbs. and is 35.5 inches tall. Yep, almost 3 feet tall. Sheesh boy, slow down already! Well, OK, keep growing – since you seem to do it so well.