18 months old

Holy cow. My baby is not a baby anymore! Grant turned 18 months old, and he is already 27 lbs 8 oz and in the upper 97th percentile for his height (35 ¼”). “What has he been up to”, you ask? I say, “What hasn’t he been up to?” He has imaginary conversations that leaves me wondering if he actually thinks he’s saying real words, he counts to 10 with you (however, the only numbers you can recognize are three, four, five and ten…and ten is screamed with pure delight for finishing), he says the alphabet with you (and by that, I mean he says “I” in the correct note for the entire song until he says correctly “G”, “elemenopee”, “S”, “T” and “Z”, he tells me the sounds of almost every animal that I know the sounds to and he also points to the correct colors and shapes on his learning boards. I really now understand why people call children sponges because he absolutely observes and mimics every little thing that Matt and I do even down to our sneezes. He has us laughing every single day and I couldn’t be a more happy mom.