No, not my recent birthday. Gosh, I pay so little notice to my birthday that sometimes I even forget my exact age. No, I am talking about my sweet little baby G, who is now 18 months old.
Certain numbers just "feel" different to this mom. I remember switching from "X weeks old" to "months old" with R and G. I remember the emotions of them both turning 1. And for some reason, when R turned 4, it felt monumental too. 
G turned 18 months old this weekend and I all too aware of how quickly he is growing up. We've been saying, "he's 1 going on 5" since as any parent of two children can attest, the younger child just seems to accelerate toward the words, actions and thoughts of their older sibling.
G is quite the ham. He dances at the drop of a hat, and I mean *dance.* He loves to stand very still until you say "go!" he races around the house. He is super ticklish and has the most hearty toddler laugh I have ever heard. He is also fearless, quite outgoing and yet, at his core, a tried and true mama's boy.Happy 1 1/2 Birthday, G!
And now, our meals for the week:
Slow Cooker Carolina Pork BBQ, Corn Casserole, Coleslaw and Baked Beans
Turkey Burgers, 3, 4 or 5 Bean Salad
Farmer's Market Pasta Salad
Grilled Fish, Veggie
Grilled Pizza, Hearts of Palm Salad
Sweet Eats,
SPC
1 comment:
Happy 18 month birthday indeed! What a big boy... I know what you mean about how fast they grow up!
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