Creedence is (almost) one. One. ONE!
I am not going to say how fast time has flown, because I think I've had more loooong days this past year than any other year of my life. While looking back on pictures is good practice for my emotional control, I do not wish he were little still. I do not wish he were a newborn, because I like how fun he is now. He is so fun!
Latest developments:
Forward facing big kid car seat! He still resists and protests being buckled, but as long as the car is moving or he has some entertainment, we're fine. I like to look in the rear-view and see him bobbing his head to music or waving his fat fingers at me.
Another new word: Book! He says it like its German or Arabic though, so its like boo-khghhh. He also says hot! (an its always with an exclamation), toh! (he says hot backwards a lot too), dat! (always with pointing fingers) and some occasional mamas and dadas. We're working on "uno," "thank you," and "you are forgiven."
Food tastes have really diversified. Last night he was snarfing chicken enchiladas. He was holding his little bowl up to his face and lapping it up. Right now our trick is to give him his own bowl and spoon of something while feeding him, and he'll be so focused on trying to use the utensil that he'll forget to protest his dinner. He really likes crackers, toast, PBJs, fruits (esp. bananas, clementines, grapefruit and frozen blueberries), quesadillas, Steve's version of pancakes/waffles, and occasionally he goes for pasta noodles with vigor, but not every time.
He's into: fake laughing, growling (I once thought there was a man in the house while I was showering- turns out it was just Creedence just growling at his cars), getting stuck by trying to climb in and out of open drawers or accidently closing doors on himself so he's trapped in a room, hanging out with his cool parents and friends, keeping up with the big kids at the park, bubbles, playing in the dirt, and he still loves reading books.
Here's how the birthday party went:
