One Year Old

My baby is a whopping one year old! ...and a week since I'm a little late getting to this post. I can't believe that David has been with us for a year. We love our little boy.

David has learned how to walk and stand up all on his own. He enjoys his new found freedom even though he still thinks I should walk around with him and sit on the floor to play with him. It's funny to watch him just walk around on his own and see where he thinks it's worthwhile going. If the dog is around, that's where he goes. Yesterday he enjoyed chasing the dog around trying to pet her. (We've been trying to teach him to be gentle with the dog, not pet her face, and not share his toys with her. It's a work in progress.)

He climbs the stairs on his own now and has only taken a tumble once. The tumble was due to standing up and looking around while on the stairs. Hopefully, it was a worthwhile learning experience. Going downstairs safely is something that we're working on. It'd help if he stopped trying to climb up the stairs when we're trying to get him to go down.

David is 18 lbs 7 oz and 27 7/8 inches long. Everyone comments on how small he is, which is funny because I never think of him as being small until I see him next to someone around the same age.

We got to have a birthday party the next day with some family that were nice enough to come. He was a little overwhelmed at first by all the people at his house and playing with his toys, he had just gotten up from a nap, but he got used to it after a while and had fun. David got his own cupcake to eat and after he got past the frosting, he chowed down on the cake part.  

The birthday boy on his birthday!

Big dude standing and walking

I'm so proud of how these turned out

Not quite sure what to think of the cupcake or all the people staring at him with cameras

Finally taking a bite

We don't believe in small bites

David has been trying to sit under the coffee table for a while so he was happy when he discovered he could sit under our side table

We're Alive!

We really are alive. It's just been a crazy past couple of months. For one thing, I am pregnant! I'm due in the middle of August, which will mean David and the baby will be about 18 months apart. So far, I've been feeling pretty good. I wasn't very sick with David, but still had my days when I had to lie down for the majority of the day. That hasn't happened this time around so far, and I'm grateful for that. Lying down for a long amount of time isn't possible right now. The weirdest part about this pregnancy is the things that I crave and things that are no good for me to smell or eat. Things that last time I couldn't stand to be around, smell, or eat, are fine this time around and this time around I'm not craving all the carbs and sugars. Actually, I can't have too much sugar without me starting to feel sick. Kind of a bummer, but also a dream come true since it means that I eat better.

Of course, it wouldn't be a blog post if I didn't update a little bit about David. He took his first steps this past weekend, and every day this week he's taken at least a few steps on his own. Some of those have been by trickery, I'll just let go of his hand and he'll keep going for a few steps, but some have been him just letting go and taking off. We've made a bit of a game out of it and he loves it.

Oh, and for more fun, he can climb the stairs. The funny part is that while he can do it on his own, he doesn't want to. He prefers to "walk" up the stairs while holding our hands.  He actually cried when I let go of his hands to get him to go up by himself. Yes, he was going up the stairs on his own, but he was still crying until I took his hands again. It's pretty funny and it means that he still isn't interested in going upstairs without me.

David also loves to tease us. Next to "running" with Ashton, it's his favorite game. For a while now, we've teased him by taking things away and making it a little hard for him to get back. Yes, it sounds mean, but he loved it and still does. Well, it wasn't too long before he started turning the tables on us. He laughs so hard as he's pulling things away from us or as he's running away with whatever he's got. The laughter does interfere with him trying to get away sometimes.