... I'll have to say "He's one.'
... and then cry a little.
My little teensy (ok so he was never "teensy") boy will be one next Sunday and it seems like over night he has started doing these "tricks". I didn't realize it until tonight when we were at a friend's house and she was freaking out about the fact that he can high-5, but he can do a lot! For the sake of my horrible memory and that poor, dusty, unopened baby book with nothing written on the blank pages, let's take a look at things Noah can do at 12 months:
- walk (blegh. I envy everyone whose children didn't walk until after 12 months)
- high-5
- stick his tongue out
- clap
- dance
- sign "finished"
- give kisses (precious)
- give hugs (even cuter because he goes "mmmmmm" while he hugs)
- blows kisses
- shows his muscles (hilarious!)
- use a fork (we're working on that one, but he can definitely stab something then get it in his mouth!)
- make a "motorcycle" sound ("bbrrmmm")
- go to bed on his own without nursing (Thank the Lord! I am FINISHED nursing! I was never one that loved, or even liked, nursing but I wanted to stick it out until he could have cow's milk. Our pedi gave the ok to start introducing the milk at 11 months and except for one middle of the night wake up where nothing else would calm him, I haven't nursed him in over 10 days.)
I can't believe that I only have 8 more days of having a baby. I act like that's a sad thing, but it really isn't. He's getting to be so much fun and it's hard to imagine going back to the infant stage with the next baby, but sooner or later that will (hopefully!) happen. It seems as though each stage is more exciting and fun than the last, and I'm very excited for each new thing he learns!
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