18

months, that is!

A year and a half (and a day) ago our little Peanut was born. It’s hard to believe because he’s such a big boy now. He’s as busy as his moms these days and keeps keeping them busy, too. He can run, climb any and every thing, jump, and throw just about everything he wants to. He also likes to help walk Winnie. He can take off his own diaper. He can use a spoon or a fork when he feels like it. And he can drink from a cup, if we feel like it.

He knows lots of words and says probably 40. His favorites are: Ball, dog, berry, bath, shoes, pants, yummy yummy, water, and doll. He uses Yummy Yummy when he sees something he wants to eat. Like a peach, which is another word he says. Every night before bed we talk about his day. I’ll ask, what did you do today? And he’ll say, “ball”…”George”….”Winnie”….”ball”. I know…very interesting collection, but ever since Georgie stayed with us, he mentions her in his nighttime recap every night. Yes, every night. It’s very cute. And I’ll say, Georgie is at her home, with cha cha (which is my mom). And he’ll say, “cha cha…house” He’s quite sleepy at these points in the day. And it’s pretty cute.

His favorite food right now is blueberries, or any berries, really. He likes berries so much, we can’t discuss them if we aren’t going to give him any because a tantrum will ensue, and those are ugly. One can only eat so many berries though. And so they are like Voldemort in our house.

One other super cute thing he’s doing is being very opinionated about his clothes. Twice this week he has insisted upon wearing his swim trunks. And yesterday, he would wear no other pants than his orange stripey ones from Halloween. LAST Halloween. They are too short but fit his waist. They are captured in the picture below. The first is how they fit about 13 months ago when we went to a pumpkin patch and apple orchard. The second is yesterday.

Peanut last october...about 7 or 8 months old.

Peanut 18 months old. Same pants. Note to self: put away pants.

In other news, the experience of having 3 jobs and being a mom has been really hard lately, especially when we struggle financially regardless of the 3 jobs. I have one full time job that gives us benefits. And I have 2 part time jobs...both working with dogs. I like all my jobs, but i miss my family and I miss having time to sew and knit. Yes...I miss being crafty. Oh well. That's life, right?

Since J. got laid off, it's been hard for her, and easy for me, to find work.

Well I could go on all day about him, but I should get back to work.