I know age is just a number, but I feel a bit hung up.
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