Our little numero uno is such a rock star. He's 13 months old now and walking like a champ. It seems like he has become a little boy overnight, but he's still my baby-baby. He started walking perfectly just 2 days after his birthday. It's a cute swagger, too. He stands very tall and leads with his chest.
Don't let me forget to mention all the "talking". From the moment he wakes up, he is jibber jabbering all day long. We can make out quite a few words -- mainly in Spanish, like pelota (ball) and lavadora (washing machine -- he's obsessed with it!). But, even though most of his sounds are jibberish, he somehow clearly communicates his wants and dislikes. He gestures like mad, shakes his head, points, leads, pushes, yells.
Oh, and he has the sweetest voice when he talks to his stuffed animals or any live animal, like a cat, dog or fish. He sort of speaks with a lilt in his voice and just sounds so sweet.
As far as eating, our little guy is still extremely picky. He loves to feed himself and still prefers cheese, pizza, grapes, beans, bread, bananas ... and, well, that pretty much wraps up everything he'll eat these days. Oh, we try everything and sometimes he digs in, we get excited, buy carton loads of the new food and then watch it spoil in the fridge. Ugh. But, he's happy and healthy and so just so darn active.
He is still taking two naps a day -- phew for me! And must be in bed by 7:45pm or a meltdown commences.
We moved into a serious shoe buying phase -- love the pedi peds. He has a pair in camo and a snazzy white/burnt orange dress shoe for later days. He has some adorable chunky sneaks and an awesome pair of slightly tacky outdoor/swim shoes. After his breakfast, he insists on heading out to the backyard and now sits by the door waiting for his lovely pair of outdoor/swim "zapatos". It is so hilarious to see this sweet, skinny boy in his stretched out PJs, banana on his chin, clunking around the yard in these huge shoes (he's got big feet, what can I say??).
I'm afraid to say that Cole is over Gymboree class. He pretty much refuses to participate in the actual class and prefers exploring all the slides or watching from afar. He is a big fan of his Saturday music class though -- and always helps his teacher "play" the piano during quiet time.
As his personality emerges more and more, and those big buck teeth flash me huge grins, I can't help but wonder how I can ever love the next baby as much or how we'll all manage with the transition. But, we've got a little over 5 months to figure that out!
