He's #1!

Growing UP!

Zander went to the Dr. today for his 15 mnth check-up. We were really shooting for at LEAST the first percentile...he made it!

Weight: 19lbs 15 oz. (I wanted to spit on the scale just so that it would hit 20 lbs!)

so it puts him in the First Percentile! Height: 32 inches (60%)

The Dr. was also asking what words he says and activities:

Words:

Up

Drink (as well as the sign)

Thank You

Hot Dog

Ma (I think he was from New York or Chicago in a previous life :)

Dadda

Sissy

Didi (means baby, binky, or blankie)

Diaper

Cracker (his latest)

Activities:

climbing (esp. on the table!)

coloring

Can stack and sort blocks to the corresponding colored peg

going for rides in Sissy's car or in the stroller

Loves Being outside (and I do too now that the weather is finally "fallish")

I just love this little boy and can't believe how fast the time flies. Jed (yes, Jed) cut Zander's hair yesterday and it turned out pretty well. I asked him if he wanted to cut my hair next (just being funny) and he told me "No." I'll have to get the camera out and snap some pics. I'm not used to cutting hair so often. I don't think Elle even got her first haircut until she was two.

Little Brother For Sale

Sunday's just seem to be incredibly busy. I am always rushing to get everyone dressed, fed and out the door for church. Well today was no exception. While I was trying to get my hair to cooperate, Zander was busy getting into my jewelry. I was getting a little on edge considering this was the hundredth time (Okay, I'm over exaggerating :) I had put all the jewlery back, shut the door, and scooted him out of the way. Elle could sense this and said, "Mom, are you frustrated? "
Me: "Yes Elle. Zander won't stay out of my stuff."
Elle: "Do you still want to keep him?"
Me: "Well, where would we take him? (Curious to know where she would take her brother.)
Elle: "To Walgreens."
It made me smile and remember to slow down life. My kids aren't always going to be so small and say the funniest, simplest things. One day they won't be interested in what I am doing or need to follow me everywhere. They won't need or want me to do their hair or help them brush their teeth or read two books (at least!) to them before going to bed. Or need to be hugged and want me to hold them. And while those days seem nice now, I know somehow I'll miss those every day things of caring for them while they are little.