This weekend my in-laws took William to their house so I could really focus on packing up and he was in 7th heaven as well. It's a win-win when he goes to their house because he gets showered with attention, plays all day long with "his toys" and has lots of fun playing with his grandparents and aunts. I think they love it too. We will miss living so close to them.
He is walking all over the place at a rapid speed.
He squeals and jibber-jabbers all day.
He follows William around the house and wants to be anywhere he is.
He loves to wrestle. Little kids, big kids, mommies, dogs . . . you name it, he'll challenge them to a wrestling match. Beware: he plays dirty and is not above really painful hair pulling.
He still nurses but it's a struggle to get him to be still enough for it to happen (he requires complete darkness, silence and no movement from me) but also loves a bottle and almost all food.
He is a mama's boy. If I'm in the room, he wants to be either in my arms or within a few feet. It's sweet but kinda hard sometimes when he won't go to anyone else. He'll smile at you, but probably not let you hold him as long as I'm there.
He loves music and dances (a.k.a. kicks his feet or bounces up and down) whenever I play the piano or turn on music to clean.
Photos taken by Harmony Pyper