Griffin could not be cuter (
its awesome how God wires us to think our kids are the absolute cutest, isn't it?). When Miles and Noah were 16 months, I was wrestling with morning sickness and extreme fatique -- so I am truly enjoying it to the fullest this time. At sixteen months, Griffin babbles a ton, seems to understand a lot and has a few choice words:
- Bah! (anytime he sees a ball)
- Moh! (for more and for milk)
- Da! (anytime he sees Mike)
- Mama (every once in awhile)
- Cheese (said it the first time today as he posed for this picture!)
- Choo-choo
He throws his passy into his crib as we reach in to take him out...he continues to eat everything (he's our first boy to even
try ketchup, bbq sauce, spaghetti sauce)...he loves to run loops around the house with Bodie...he's devoted to a little tigger lovie (too cute!)...he's obsessed with balls... he loves to be outside...he hunts for his shoes (and ours) first thing in the morning so that we can go outside to play...he's a great walker and on the verge of all out running...he loves to play in Bodie's water dish...he loves to grab whatever he can find in the pantry (last week he ate a candy cane from last year with the wrapper still on it)...he periodically waves and blows kisses (which is somehow extra cute because it is so sporadic)...he loves to color (and eat crayons)...he smiles every time we break out the camera...he can point to his nose...he has a mouthful of teeth and the cutest dimple on his cheek...and so much more!
We love you, Griffin!
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