We've been visiting Baby Will this week -- who is tiny and sleepy and beautiful and snorty and wonderful -- and when I see this tiny baby sitting next to MY tiny baby, well, Jameson looks like a giant pretending to be a baby. I've also been watching "Baby" Bennett, who is about four months older than her cousin, and she has this huge vocabulary and does all of these amazing things (she knows what the animals say and she can point to and name family members in photographs!). And it's occuring to me that Jameson is changing faster and faster and faster. He's still my baby, but he's not really...a baby.
Here are a few things I want to remember about "Baby J" when he was 13 and a 1/2 months old:
He says "mama," "dada," "dadoo" (with thank you infection and context), "light," and...he JUST started saying "tickle, tickle, tickle."
He nods his head. All the time. Yes, yes, yes.
He does NOT put up with diaper changes. Squirms around and escapes almost every time.
He puts his head on my shoulder when I lift him out of his crib in the morning.
He kisses me with a wide-mouth-frog-style open mouth.
He cracks up when I sing the roll 'em up, roll 'em up part of Pattycake; he also cracks up whenever his sister makes funny faces at him.
He walks (sometimes at a fast lumbering pace) any where he wants to go, but he's not a fan of shoes. He shakes his feet when we put them on, like a dog wearing sneakers.
He is VERY ticklish. Especially the ticky-tocks.
He has the best smile. I hope he keeps on smiling.