Oh WOW. Our sweet boy is 18 months!!! What a blessing and a miracle.
At 18 months, sweet Bodie, you are a handful. You are absolutely all boy. I cannot tell you how many times a day I am told by complete strangers how I must be tired from chasing you around. Your Gigi Nancy used to describe your Uncle Matt as being "in a perpetual state of motion." I never understood that saying until you came along, but it describes you perfectly. I also never understood how she used to say she had always wanted more kids, but had her hands too full with Uncle Matt (sweet, but BUSY!!!) and me. Now, sweetheart, I get it. We often say you're lucky you were a second, or you'd have been an only. ;-) A lady in the elevator yesterday told me "he is so beautiful, you should get him an agent!" (gotta love LA, right?) I couldn't help but laugh. Bodie, sweetheart, you might be cute, but you're just a tad bit resistant to anything that was not originally your idea. ;-)
You are always moving. And it's not just that your body must be moving, though that's part of it - but if anything around you can be moved, it must be moved. I think maybe you'll be an interior decorator someday, because you are constantly rearranging our furniture. It cracks me up to look at you, this tiny little guy, moving huge chairs and boxes around. You're also VERY into climbing. If a surface is more than an inch off the ground, it MUST be climbed on. End of discussion. The higher the better.
You love to stand on the back of the couch, looking over, almost to the point of falling (a little too close to falling off for mommy's comfort) - I keep waiting for you to actually fall - I know it's inevitable. Yesterday, I came out of the shower to find you wailing away. I asked Sierra what happened, and as best as I could tell, you climbed into the ottoman (you know, the one that comes with the rocking chair and also rocks?) and tried to climb into your crib, but lost your balance and hit your head on the crib. You were fine after a hug from mommy. You might have a sensitive soul, but you're one tough kid. Last weekend, we went to a sandle castle exposition and they had a bounce house there for the kids. You went in with the 2-5 year olds. You totally held your own. 2 other moms commented on how tough you were. If they only knew. :-)
You are a BIG boy these days, at least for a heart kid! You're weighing in at a hefty 24 and 1/2 pounds (a hair over the 25th percentile) and 32 1/2 inches (about the 55th percentile). Although you're fairly picky and won't each too much of one thing, you do love to try most things. Your favorite is to dig through mama's salads and eat anything you find - lettuce, carrots, cucumbers, bell peppers, broccoli or croutons (amazing, right?). And you haven't met a pasta you didn't like; but potatoes, forget it. You won't touch mashed potatoes with a 10 foot pole, which I totally don't get! But most things you'll eat, as long as they've been liberally doused with ketchup, just like sissy (at least I know we'll get more use out of the "I put Ketchup on my Ketchup" shirt)! And you LOVE all types of shredded meats. You also could easily eat 3 or 4 packs a day of the freeze dried fruit from Costco. THANK YOU COSTCO for helping keep my kid chunky!!!
And you are talking a mile a minute these days. You have about 35 words you use with regularity and it seems you're adding every day. When you say "oh, no" or "morning" in your sweet high voice, it melts my heart. Or when you run after me, screaming "NACK! NACK! NACK!" (Bodie-speak for "snack"). Your newest (and my favorite, by far) is "annoying." You alternately pull up your shirt to point at your holter monitor and hold your hand out, pointing to the bandaid you keep taking off your pinkie (courtesy of an unfortunate encounter with an exacto knife last week), saying "noying, noying!!!" So.Stinking.Cute.
You are VERY into books these days, which makes mama very happy. Last night after bath, you grabbed a book and hopped up on the couch, reading it to yourself.
You're finally back into the kissing stage now, which I absolutely love. You'll come give mama a kiss and then toddle off to go play in your kitchen. I love it.