Oh this boy. My Aiden Sean.
As of December 2nd, he's 18 months old... a year and a half already.
I haven't written about him in awhile it seems. I almost don't have the words.
He's just.... divine.
He's unbelievably friendly, sweet, snuggly and so engaging.
He makes us all laugh - every single day.
He's adored by absolutely everyone and by no one more than his mama.
For so many reasons, he so often makes me teary.
Tears of thanks.
Aiden is as busy as all 18 month old babies are. He's into everything and most particularly - the pantry, the drawers, and the laundry piles. Toys interest him for about 1.2 seconds. But give him a set of keys to jangle around and stick in various spots and he's happy as can be!
Aiden says a handful of words - mama, dada, sissy, Mara, Cooper, Nae-Nae (grandma Nay), papa, shoe, thank you, uh-oh, hi, bye, yeah and his favorite word ... NO. Which actually means yes. Which is so damn funny.
He loves to be outside. To explore. To swing at the park.
He loves the Friday morning parent/tot class I do with him.
He's a great sleeper and still loves his paci (don't all my kids?). He still takes one bottle before bed and his favorite foods are : fruit, noodles, cheese, turkey, broccoli, carrots, goldfish crackers. He's pretty versatile and a good eater overall.
He's left-handed and very blonde and fair-skinned.
He's small for his age - 22 lbs (10th percentile), 32 inches (25th percentile).
He started off his 18th month with a case of bronchitis and an ear infection. He also took a spill in the kitchen and cracked his eyebrow on our step stool resulting in some glue at urgent care.
He's a mama's boy during the day but when daddy walks through the door, I am toast.
We love you sweet boy. So much more than you could ever know.