Cal turned 15 months old on Thursday. Can you believe it? We had a check-up Friday so we can update you with some stats. He is 22 pounds, 4 ounces with his clothes and shoes on and a little bit of a wet diaper (wet, with rocks in his pockets - you get the idea). He is now 30 1/2 inches tall. He is, according to Dr. B, looking hale and hearty. He had to get one shot but recovered very quickly. Nurse Trish loved seeing him but Cal wasn't as expressive showing the love back in her direction. He isn't that "into" people these days. What is he into at 15 months? Hmmm. . .playing with the kitchen he got for Christmas from Grams and Papaw, saying Daddy and hanging out with Daddy (it's especially cute when he runs to meet him at the door and looks out the window to watch him coming up the walk), saying Mama (sometimes), eating peanut butter and butter sandwiches, pulling the pillows off the couch and jumping on them, pushing cars around the house, and playing the "piano" that he got from Grandma and Grandpa Fox.
He is all the time over here playing around, pushing buttons, etc. Notice that all the drawers have been taken out. This is pretty much a constant problem in Cal's kitchen.
I know this is a weird looking picture but he does this thing when he's walking where he stops and does a sort of dance move that just cracks me up every time.
Do you see the Cocoa Wheats on his face? They are not his breakfast. They are mine. But this little booger kept stealing bites.
Thank goodness we have this guy around the relocate anything we are silly enough to put within his reach.
So, this sweatshirt, I got for $1.75 at Target, plus my discount. I seriously love a good deal. And I thought this colorful shirt was kinda fun.
Every once in a while, I torture my kid and force him to take a picture with me. I am so mean.
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