Mini Me

Everett Paul, one year (and two weeks) old

I have sort of started the process (and what a process it is going to be) of going through some old family photos. As I browsed through the boxes that my mom sent me, I came to a few shots of me when I was about 18 months old. Now, Everett is only 12 months old, but wouldn't you agree that he looks a little bit like me? Red overalls and everything. Okay, by a little bit I really mean a lot. Because I see myself in him every day, and I have since he was born. It makes me wonder what he will turn into as he grows. If I am any indication, maybe this means that we can look forward to some hair in the next six months. My baby is growing up!

And now for a bunch of random photos from the past month.

Playin' and poopin'

He sure loves those socks

. . . and he's got a thing for eyelashes

Coats. . . but the white one isn't mine, I just like it.

Costco shopper, pizza dinner

He makes this face when you say anything about smiling or teeth.

Sliding. I had to keep helping him sit up straight.
That perfectly strait little body, that coat, he was cracking me up. So funny.

My sick boy. Doc said he got the influenza virus. The poor boy felt so bad for a couple of days.
He's much happier now although still filled with boogies. Boogies are gross.
He did learn a new skill though thanks to Mr. flu: how to blow (his nose).

It's my party and I'll wear a pink bib if I want to

My baby did it. He turned one on Sunday.

ONE. 

As in a YEAR! 

Have I really been his mother for a whole year? On one hand, the time has flown by, but on the other, it feels like he as been a part of our family forever. I suppose he has. We just weren't reunited until one year ago, that fateful friday night just before midnight. 

I love him.

Lovin' my trike Grandma Lisa!

Thanks for the awesome clothes Aunt lynnie and Grandma Betty!

Waiting for his birthday cake at a friend's house

Thanks for the big bag of balls Grandma Jen!

Another toy on loan from a friend. He loves to give him kisses and hugs.

For posterity's sake (and the sake of my memory) Everett has six teeth and he can:
• Walk
• Give kisses
• Give "loves"--he will lay his head down on your shoulder
• Put his arms up (sometimes just one arm)
• Chew on command
• Clap--he claps the back of one hand with the front of the other
• Fold his arms
• Open his mouth
• Click his toung
• Kick his legs/feet
• Make Monkey sounds
• Make tiger sounds
• Make dog sounds
• Jump or dance
• Point--he loves pointing to lights
• Give five
• Stick his toung out
• Shake his head no--little worried about that one
• Drink from a sippy cup--he does whole milk now, another sign that he is not my baby any more :(
• Play peekaboo--if he doesn't have anything to cover his face, he will just puts the back of his hand to his forehead
• Play the patting-hand-over-his-mouth-while-he-makes-noise-for-the-vibrating-sound-efffect game--when you stop he will try to do it to himself
• Slide down the little slide by himself--he rolls to his tummy and clings to the sides as he goes down
• Go poo poo and pee pee on the potty (when we take him)
• Say "hi"--sounds like "eyeeee"
• Say "mama" and "dada" although he's not 100% solid on the meaning
• Sign "milk"--I think he's a little confused on the meaning of this one too since I stopped nursing him.
• And I'm pretty sure he was trying to say "Jesus" the other day while looking at a painting we have hanging in our kitchen