It’s official. E’s a kid. I used to think 18-month-olds were still babies, but considering E says “baby” (well, signs it – he’s working on the words thing) when he sees a little one, I’m not sure anymore… (I recommend skipping to the photos if you aren’t obsessed with E.)
He makes up his own games (rolling a ball under furniture, saying “Uh oh!”, and attempting to retrieve it with a stick – good times), feeds himself with utensils (until the food-to-mouth speed becomes too frustrating and he reverts back to hands), loves slapstick comedy (if you want to see the kid laugh, bonk your head on a cabinet, accidentally – he knows the difference, or pretend to feed yogurt to a plant), and has a memory that I can’t believe… During one snowfall, I quickly pointed out the snowflakes on his sleeves – I am obsessed with those beautifully formed snowflakes that look fake they’re so perfect – and over a week later, when we watched snow coming down from inside, he pointed to sleeve and looked at me, wondering why those snowflakes weren’t on his arm again (I didn’t say he’s a genius that grasps the concept that the snow wouldn’t fall inside).
Here are some shots I took of him last week with his BFFs (I found someone who can appreciate my monkey collection – and make it less weird that I still have it!). He was acting like a monkey here – if only I had accompanying audio… His monkey sound is at a decibel that’s hard to reach…
This boy is so expressive. I can’t even stand his face in the first photo in the second row. He’s always loved to have a bit of a spaz-fest:

And a shot of this precious kissable face:

These past 18 months have been the best – Thanks, Ezel, for being so much fun! Excited for millions more snuggles, laughs, and kisses (although now he’s starting to have opinions about when we’re allowed to kiss him – not sure how I feel about that).

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