18 Months (But Who's Counting?)

The only reason I am even aware that eighteen months have passed since Garrett was first placed in my arms has been due to his scheduled doctor's appointment. Time has seemed all a blur. (Really! We're rounding into the holidays again, already?) Well, maybe that is not entirely true. I was watching the calendar on this one. You know, waiting for the blessed day when a squirmy, over-active boy gains admittance into Nursery, thus changing the climate of Sunday worship for the entire family (and for the better, I would add).

So, for the update:

• We're finally beginning to make out a few words like dadda, momma, Brevin, Spencer, Addie, shoes on, pumpkin, cookie, and my personal favorite, NOOOOO!
• Garrett cracks us up with his dainty wave goodbye and when he gives high-fives or an occasional fist bump. 
• His kisses have now evolved from wide-open mouthed to a more agreeable pucker.
• He has given up foods of the Gerber variety altogether. He now eats whatever we eat...sort of.
• Garrett loves to play with the vacuum. We’re talking obsessive, here!
• He loves to push cars around on furniture while providing the proper mix of sound effects.
• He already demonstrates his love for all things sweet, sugary, and sticky.
• He can follow simple, two-sentence commands (like "take the sucker wrapper and put it in the garbage").
• He has discovered that a chair from the kitchen table can be pushed around, and when climbed upon, opens up a whole new world of innocent mischief and mess-making.
• He is really great at acclimating to strangers. This attribute comes in really handy as we leave him in the care of a babysitter or wonderful, dutiful Nursery leaders.

Yes, life is good with Garrett!

 This post authored by Amber