These little feet belong to the youngest member of our family. A loving little spit-fire of a kid who's got a quick punch (big brother needs to learn to duck and dodge) and sense of humor far beyond his 18 months. Sometimes I just sit back and watch him go. Marvel at his budding independence.
Seems like just yesterday I was pregnant with him, rubbing my belly and envisioning what his little, brown face would look like. I wondered who was this kid who kicked up a storm and kept me hungry as ever. Hard to believe that two years ago he wasn't even here and now he's firmly carved out a place for himself in this life, this family, this mommy's heart.
At 18 months, I'm amazed at all he does. Trying to sing along to the theme song for Yo Gabba Gabba and Elmo's World. Doing the hand movements along with the Laurie Berkner Band when they are singing. Sitting at the big boy "little" table along with his brother when it's time to eat. Changing the channel on the TV, turning the DVD player on and off. Trying to climb the ladder on the bunk beds. The list is endless.
And he's so entirely different from big brother. He's a bottomless pit and will eat just about anything. He's curious about every little single thing, yet very much a momma's boy and not nearly as socially outgoing as big brother. He loves cars and trains and making vroom vroom motor sounds when he plays. He's a great sleeper and adores his big brother. He's great at putting things together and taking them apart and has a thing for shapes and blocks. And I discovered last week that he's quite the escape artist as he pushed himself through the security gate on the sliding glass door. Loving who this kid is and what he's brought to our lives.
18 months down. Let's see where the next 18 years lead us.
