18 Months

18 months.

It’s been 18 months since Frog was born.

Good grief.

This little booger is into everything.

Weight, length, and percentiles will come later after our doctor appointment in the coming weeks.

Frog is:

…wearing a Stage 5 diaper.  His growth in this department has slowed.  I have always been a self proclaimed Huggies girl with Frick and Frack.  However, this time around, Pampers seem to fit Frog better.

…wearing 18month to 24 month clothes.  He is wearing some hand-me-down shirts that are 2T and 3T  which have shrunk over the years.  That’s what older brothers are for, yes?

…running.  Everywhere.

…sleeping from 6:45pm to 7:45am and not waking up somewhere in between anymore!!  He used to wake to nurse around 4 or 5am.  That stopped about a month ago and now he is completely weaned.

…taking 2-3 hour naps each day.

…sleeps with a paci and his “nuh-nuh” (i.e. lovey, little blanket with satin trim, the thing that works magic when it’s time to sleep).  When he’s tired, he’ll go to his crib and snatch these two things outta there, come find you, and point back to his room.

…drinking milk, albeit laced with chocolate, but he’s drinking milk.

…becoming more of a picky eater.  NO veggies.  None.  Guess all that bragging I did on how great of an eater he was is now flying back into my face.  Like last night’s dinner.  Typical.

…loving strawberries, bananas, pears, and cheese.  His all time favorite, sure thing, go to foods are pizza and yogurt.  Always winners here at The Money Pit.

…saying a ton of words:  Ma, Da, outside (sounds like ouh-sigh), ball, please (sounds like heez), thank you (sounds like tah ooo), and a whole bunch of jibjab that only he understands.  We just nod our heads and say “uh-huh”.  We probably give him the green light to throw a kegger three to four times a day.

…picking up toys and put them back where they belong.  I’m *not* using that as leverage or anything when trying to get his brothers to do the same thing….

…loving outside play time and when Da comes home.  Pre-cious.

…climbing the ladder to the slide.  Dude.  He gives me a heart attack every time he does this.

…walking to the fridge, attempts to open it and points with such expression to get juice.  I love a man who knows what he wants.

…sweeping my floors with the Swiffer.  There are no child labor laws at The Money Pit.

I just can’t believe this sweet little baby

is now this little guy:

who was not in the mood for picture taking.



5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Dana Ellis
    May 05, 2011 @ 08:24:57

    Me either! My how time flies!

  2. MaryKelly
    May 05, 2011 @ 10:44:21

    I can already see Morgan walking down the aisle, right into Frog’s arms…

  3. Cassie
    May 05, 2011 @ 13:26:16

    Look at his chubby little legs! I miss that baby chubbiness.

    Oh…and you can send him over here with that Swiffer too 🙂 Jackson tries to use the broom but he mostly just slings it around and hits people with it so we had to hide it LOL

  4. Pooba
    May 05, 2011 @ 21:50:30

    That’s crazy!!! I remember when he was in your belly and you were trying to decide what to call him on this blog!

  5. Anti-Supermom
    May 05, 2011 @ 23:23:02

    I can’t believe he’s 18 months, seriously I remember your photos from the hospital and how beautiful you looked. He looks so much more like a toddler than a baby… augh, I’m not ready!!

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