emmitt {13 months}

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This month has been full of firsts for our little man.  

Sweet Emmitt, at 13 months you . . .

. . . had your very first haircut.  As usual, daddy and I both had a bit of trimmer's remorse afterwards. You and your big bros seem to go from babies to little boys after that first trim.  Keeping with tradition, mama did the honors.  However, with Aunt E now living in the same state, she just might have first dibs at future do's since she's the real pro.  Hard to say goodbye to those wispy curls, but fun to say hello to tiny spikes on top.  

So handsome.  

. . . are digging yogurt, bananas, cucumbers, nectarines, Veggie Booty, graham crackers, pb+j's, and cheddar cheese.  Still not a fan of milk from your sippy cup, so we have yet to make the switch from mom to moo.  One sip and it usually gets thrown overboard at mealtime.  We'll get there, but we're not rushing it.

. . . think Peek-A-Boo is just about the greatest pastime ever.  If there's a blanket, towel, t-shirt, etc. laying around (which is pretty much a constant at our house), you make a beeline for it.  You are careful not to make a peep as you sit so still waiting for someone to say "Wheeeeeere's Emmitt?"  Always big grins and belly laughs when we peek under your covers.

. . . weigh in at 19.7 pounds, sporting 12-18 month duds and are still in size 2 diapers. 

. . . started waving goodbye/hello.  It's SO cute to watch as you concentrate to make those little fingers move.  

. . . have traded in the Jumperoo and Ergo carrier for push toys and shopping carts (sanitized and/or covered, of course). 

. . . are filling in that grin with 8 tiny chompers (4 on top and 4 on the bottom).

. . . love wrestling with big brothers and daddy (mommy stands by as referee, ready to jump in and rescue our lightweight when the big boys get a little too rough).  If we're down on the floor, you're booking it over to sit on us, blow raspberries on tummies or tackle with open-mouthed kisses (we ADORE those kisses, by the way). 

. . . will get up and bounce/wiggle/shake your little baby booty when you hear the theme song from Go, Diego, Go! (Mason's show of choice).  Also, pretty sure this is where you picked up growling, which you practice often when we're in the car, providing for lots of backseat entertainment and giggle fests with your big brothers. 

. . . point excitedly and "oooooh" at new things.  My favorite thing so far: watching you take in Christmas lights and sparkly decorations for the first time.  LOTS of pointing and ooohing.   

. . . are climbing up on E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G.  You're getting pretty tricky, too, using anything you can to give you a little boost.  Our tall kitchen table is about the only thing you haven't found your way up to at this point.  

. . . think it's a hoot to mimic things we do.  Monkey see, monkey do.  Your favorite things to pretend are talking on the phone (toy to your ear, head tilted, big grins), drinking from a cup (and sharing with anyone nearby) and fixing banging on things with your hammer.  So neat to see your imagination at work already.

. . . love love LOVE bath time.   Love. 

. . . have discovered the joy of flipping through board books.  OR, if you're 4 1/2 and almost 7, board book baby barricades.  The big ones build it, the babe breaks it down, the mama hums "Don't Fence Me In."  It's a good time for all. :)

. . . are still taking two great naps a day and sleeping pretty great at night, too.  Hooray for sleep!

. . . are officially walking! Ahhh!  Though your preferred mode of transportation is still crawling (at lightning fast speed, I might add), you get huge smiles as you let go and trust those little legs to move you forward.  Where's that pause button again?