Dear Grayson,

Happy Half Birthday to my little BIG guy. Seriously, how are you so big? You’re heavy (21 pounds!), tall (31 inches!) and the size on the tags of your clothes match your age exactly- wow!

God gave you a little half-birthday gift today- absolutely gorgeous, spring weather. We absolutely must take a trip to the swings this afternoon to celebrate. The only rain on your half-birthday parade is those pesky teeth that are finally poking through your gums, after almost a year of no teething activity. Ouch, ouch, ouch!

We had a super fun “field trip” planned this morning with your beloved teacher, Ms. Joan, who is moving away next week (we won’t talk about how sad we are). We went to a special needs toy library and picked out 3 toys for you to play with at home for the next month. I know you will have a blast with them, but while we were at the library, you wanted nothing to do with it. Your teeth were hurting, and you were tired from missing your morning nap. I think the whole building could hear your high-pitched screeeaaaaammming. Oh dear.

At 18 months old, you love: music (current favorite is Veggie Tales), your puppies, your teachers, your excersaucer, studying faces and mouths, anyone who wears glasses (you are OBSESSED with glasses), swinging, being held upside down, peek-a-boo, and your bed.

At 18 months old, you are not such a fan of: taking clothes on and off, eating, practicing sitting (and anything else therapy-related if you aren’t in the mood), skipping naps or bedtime, properly reading books (you’d rather chew on them than read them).

This coming month, we are planning on enjoying and soaking up springtime. We don’t have many doctors appointments this month, and you are healthy, so I plan on focusing just on you being you and letting you grow and just be 18 months old.

I love you Bubba Man. Happy 18 months!

Love,
Mommy