It's official! I'm not a little baby anymore. I'm a one-year old! Let's start with the official stats:
-I weigh 21 pounds & 7 ounces (52% for kids my age).
-I am 31 inches tall (93% for kids my age).
I'm not a petite little thing. I wear size 18 month clothes already.
-I have 5 teeth, but you can only see 4 of them when I smile. I'm working on several more.
-I point at things that I am interested in, but don't really say any clear words yet. Why do I need to talk, when I can just point & grunt?
-I feed myself most of my meals, except for things like yogurt or applesauce that require a spoon. In fact, I prefer to feed myself with a fork.
-The list of foods that I don't like is very short (bananas & mini rice cakes). My favorite foods are raviolis with tomato sauce, Dad's scrambled eggs, hot dogs, and black beans, but I'll eat most anything.
-I hardly ever crawl anymore, and I try to "go fast" (run) with Gracie.
I celebrated my 1st birthday three times: once with my parents and Gracie since my dad would not be here on the actual day, once with my mom, Gracie, Nana, & Bop, and once with my baby friends and their moms. And I had cake each time! Pretty good deal.
I received some nice birthday gifts, and the best one was having my Ford grandparents here to celebrate with me. Gracie and I had a really nice week with them. Nana is an expert in the play kitchen, and Bop quickly learned my favorite activity of jumping about, being swung around, and/or upside down.
My other hobbies are swinging and playing at the playground, cooking in the pretend kitchen, and taking care of baby dolls, especially pushing them in the stroller. I love bubbles. I'm a very good climber, I do a little dancing sometimes, and I like to pass the ball. I love to put things on my head and play peek-a-boo with my blanket. I'm always watching Gracie, whose antics make me laugh hysterically, and whose singing almost always makes me stop crying. I love my pacifier (good luck getting rid of that, Mom!), and I sleep like a champ.
