Wednesday, April 1, 2015

18 months!

Mr. Stockton has finally made it to the 18-month club! Woo, buddy!

he loves snacks and boxes, and snacks in boxes

we love his wry smile; he doesn't like the ladybug costume; still drinks laying down...he's a milk FIEND
He can say "uh oh" and "mama" and "daddy," and he gets really excited when you tell him to come put his shoes on because he knows it means he gets to go outside. He LOVES being outside, and also loves playing in the basement. Shredding kleenex is his favorite pastime (wow, imagine how happy he would be if I gave him a tissue box...OUTSIDE!!!), and he's still not a picky eater. He sleeps 12 solid hours every night (which still brings us immense joy, thank you dear son of mine!), thinks the minions from Despicable Me are hysterical, and flaps his arms when he gets excited. He runs and clomps his feet, loves bananas, and retreats to his room after he steals food/sippy from Natalie. He still doesn't really like the high chair or staying up past his bed time. He marches his feet when he thinks something is funny and has a hefty laugh.

We love you, Stockty! Can't wait to see what the next six months will bring.

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