13 Months Old

Dear Josiah,

 You crazy goose. How can you be 13 months old? You are our favorite 1-year-old.

You are taking your time starting to walk (which is okey-dokey with me). You stand without holding on to anything for long stretches of time, but crawling still seems like the preferred mode of travel. I keep wanting to catch you on video, because sometimes you really get an extra waggle in your head and in your hips, and it's hilarious. But, of course, you stop doing it when I pull out my camera and get all distracted trying to eat the camera case.

You are a very chatty fellow. You will repeat pretty much anything.



Things you especially say:

I love you.
Amen.
Banana.
Daddy.
Cracker.

You give a fierce banshee yell when you run out of food on your tray. We are trying to work on a little more gracious expression, but you are quick to say please also.

You are eating like crazy.

Things you like:

Rice and beans.
Bananas.
Apple.
Tortillas.
Bread.
Kix.
Cheerios.
Pancakes.
Granola bars.
Graham crackers.
Cheese.
Soda crackers.
Goldfish crackers.

Things you smush with a pudgy little finger, throw over the edge of your tray, and/or spit out:

Carrots.
Milk.
Any food after you've decided you've had enough.

You love pulling your blanket out of your crib and burying your face in it and snuggling into your teddy bear while I rub your back.

You love going on walks (and it's a pretty sure thing for coaxing you out of a grumpy mood).

You love playing peekaboo (you cover your head with a blanket and then pull it down with a big grin).



You also love playing with your big brother. Today you had a fun game of catch (of a sort) going. I just love seeing you and him playing together happily!

You do not love wearing shoes. I don't know what you are going to wear this summer, since your little moccasins look funny with shorts, and you take off your Crocs as soon as I put them on you. You scream when I try to put on the sandals we just bought for you.

You still eat sticks and rocks.

When we listen to music, you routinely "get your groove on." It's sweet.

Sometimes, while you relax, falling asleep, you croon to yourself, singing some little song. It's great.

You have a great, terrific, wonderful smile, and we love it.

We love you! And we pray that you continue to grow big and strong in body, sharp and wise in mind, and tender and submitted to Jesus in heart.

Snuggles and kisses,
Mom