Nathan has been growing like a weed. He’s now wearing 2T shirts and 18-24 month pants. At his 18 month well-child appointment Dr. Herman assured me that he was “proportionately large” so “there’s nothing to worry about.” Not that I was worried – he’s been my BIG boy since birth. He’s now in the 98th percentile for height and the 92nd percentile for weight. Wowzers! And I can’t even estimate the number of people who ask me if the boys are twins… I’d really like to take pictures of their faces when I explain that they are 20 months apart. It’s funny – when Nathan was first born everyone had a “wow – kids 20 months apart – that’s so close” look on their face when I told them. Now when I tell people I get the “20 months apart? – I would have sworn they were twins” look. He he he…how things change!
While Nathan has almost caught up with his brother in size and stature although his coordination is still lacking. (Maybe because there is so much of him to move around for only being 18 months old?) He spends the vast majority of his day tripping over his feet and face planting. That means we’ve got lots of pictures with various cuts and scrapes on his face. This includes New Years Eve photos where just 24 hours prior he fell out of the door to the garage resulting in a huge bump on his head, tripped on a sweet gum ball in the yard - landing face first on another sweet gum ball that several bloody indentions in the already swollen bump, and then fell over his own feet in the driveway giving himself road rash down the side of his face. For the record – my husband has since repaired the latch on the door so that pushing on it won’t make it pop open, cleaned up all the gum balls (although more have fallen), and following the road rash episode – relegated Nathan to “driving” the car so that he couldn’t fall over anything else since he refused to stay inside.
Our youngest is also trying to prove that he does not have a speech delay. He’s constantly talking (although not necessarily intelligible) and his most recent favorite words are “NO!” and “Mc-Non-nos” (McDonalds). He now calls for mommy from his crib in the morning and after naps instead of crying. It would be impossible to list all the words he uses on a regular basis, but suffice it to say Nathan is my chatty one.