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The baby finally started cruising a little bit. He doesn’t appear to have any interest in actually walking yet, but he seems to enjoy standing and moving to get to toys. Like his older brother when he was a baby, one of his favorite activities is standing at a table and throwing anything on it to the floor. Then he likes to bang on the table for good measure.

He has started to embrace baby (well, ASL)  signs. At his one year appointment when the doctor asked if he had at least two words I said yes, but really I meant he’d said mama and dada a few times when he may or may not have been talking about us. But now he has eat, more, all done, and milk in his repertoire. I’m trying to add in drink, yes, no, please and thank you. Any suggestions for signs you found useful?

He’s pretty damn funny too. One of his favorite activities is crawling away from me full speed, looking back to make sure I’m chasing him. He laughs uproariously the whole time. It’s not as funny when I’m trying  to change his diaper.

I fear that he’s going to be quite the handful when he does start walking. He’s already a bit of a daredevil, and will go down single steps head first. He’s attempted (and failed) to climb a ladder at the playground and spends most of his playground time climbing up the slide.  He’s no dummy though- he got a little too big for his britches when it came to going up stairs, and after falling backwards once or twice he’s left the big staircases for the big people, and only tackles 3 steps at a time.

He’s surprisingly good at playing ball. He got the hang of it a few months ago and his skills have improved. He’s not so great with the catching, but he throws well and with some accuracy.

Eating isn’t going as well as it had been. He’s been pickier about what he wants and will sometimes throw things to the floor in a rage if I choose the wrong one. But the baby signs are helping me figure out what he wants, and when I do get it wrong,  he’s beginning to push my hand away instead of waiting until it hits the tray. He’s pretty vocal about his preferences and points for emphasis. He is a very good pointer. He’ll point to the box of cheerios then point to his tray, letting me know exactly where he wants them.

When he’s not sick or teething he is a very good sleeper. He naps well and sleeps through the night most of the time. I love him so.

He’s standing up for himself more. When his brother harasses him he’ll often shove him out of the way. He also likes his brother more. They play nicely together sometimes, which gives me a bit of a break.

He loves to have his teeth brushed. Loves it. He cries when I take the toothbrush away.

He looks like me. I appreciate that.

He continues to be the best baby ever. People constantly tell me how easy going and pleasant he is and ask if he ever cries. (The answer is sometimes.) He is a flirt and a cuddlebug and he is almost always content. He is the baby that makes me want another one, but I am not foolish and understand that I will never have a baby as wonderful as this one. I also understand that his baby perfection will probably not grow with him into toddlerhood and I will most likely be stuck with another cranky, stubborn three year old in the future. But I will love him just the same, and at least I’ll have his idyllic babyhood to remember him by.

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