Jake, in addition to the million other ways in which he is showing what a big boy he is becoming, got his first "real" shoes this weekend. The last time I cried over shoes was when I had to give away a $200 pair of Coach heels after wearing them twice because being pregnant changed my feet just enough that I couldn't wear them any more. But this was different. Big boy shoes are the final vestiges of "baby" that is now gone. A final proof that time passes irrevocably. My little guy is going to grow up and walk away some day and I've just bought the shoes that will help him do it. Wah!
In other news, he nodded his head up and down (a new trick) and has added "night night" and a few other new words as well. He is sleeping with a pillow now, as well as a blanket that was made by my great grandmother and grandmother. He loves being on a pillow and he stays more stationary at night - which helps the blanket stay in place on these cold nights. He is being offered the chance to sit on his new potty seat occasionally and seems interested in the potty in general. No hopes yet, just laying the ground work. He is, after all, going to be 15 months next week. Wow. Tempis fugit.
Night night...
S
In other news, he nodded his head up and down (a new trick) and has added "night night" and a few other new words as well. He is sleeping with a pillow now, as well as a blanket that was made by my great grandmother and grandmother. He loves being on a pillow and he stays more stationary at night - which helps the blanket stay in place on these cold nights. He is being offered the chance to sit on his new potty seat occasionally and seems interested in the potty in general. No hopes yet, just laying the ground work. He is, after all, going to be 15 months next week. Wow. Tempis fugit.
Night night...
S
1 comment:
Oh, what a milestone! Be sure to keep the picure by the door. More of those will be as good as a growth chart! I remember moving into a new house when I was 7 and having to stand on tiptoe to peep through the little window in the front door to see who was there. By the time I left at 18, I had to duck my head to look through the same window. A lot happens in 11 years!
Can't wait to see you all next week!
Mamaw
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