Oh, sigh, seventeen months already? Eighteen is huge, I remember.
And just as I remember from Alla's early toddler days, we are in this amazing golden time where everything is new and new things happen every single day. Like Fisher telling me "ucky" and "Funky Monkey" today.
Some things about Fisher on his seventeen-month birthday...
Still hasn't got much hair.
The baseball cap seems to be his signature style.
As a matter of fact, when we went out to get the mail this afternoon, he reminded me, hat.
He counts like this: un, twooooooooooo, free, foh, sik, NINE!!!, TEN! (9 way more exciting than 10, apparently)
He loves to see Gay-pee over the back fence. The sweet little girl is really named Gracie, but we'll take it.
Still obsessed with airplanes, helicopters, the vacuum, my keys, cell phones.
Less than a week into one nap only. Still goes to bed around 6:45 and wakes up between 6:30-7.
Painted his first picture yesterday.
Climbs in my lap with a book to read.
Riding around on Alla's old tricycle (bihk), thank goodness for the push bar for mamas.
Has a serious temper. Pulls hair, bites, the works.
Loves music. Wants the theme song for Signing Time on repeat.
Starting to want to watch Signing Time!
His skin is clear. Halleluiah!
Loves marshmallows and pancakes.
We love you, Fisher.