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Beckett Anthony: 15 months

We had Beckett's 15 month well visit on Tuesday. He has gained 2 lbs and 2" since his last visit and jumped up to the 71%-72% for his age. Think maybe he's had a little growth spurt since his first birthday. His official stats are: 19" head, 31.75" length, 24# 2.5oz

He's had some big accomplishments since his first birthday, Mommy's favorite being that he is now sleeping through the night! Hallelujah! He still has nights where he wakes up once but most of the time he sleeps through the night. He now goes down for nap and to bed without being rocked. Another yay!! No more fighting sleep in Mommy's lap for 45 min to an hour. Which is really good because mommy doesn't have room for that in her lap anymore! Ha!
He also got his molars all in, top and bottom. He's blowing kisses and doing all kinds of sign language thanks to his new nanny. He can sign "more", "please", "thank you", "apple", "all done", and he's working on "mom" but that ones a little tricky. He shakes his head yes or no in response to a question or shakes it no if he doesn't want to do something. His jabbers are turning into very clear words and he repeats a lot of the words we say. I think he'll be putting words together soon! Probably the cutest think he says now is "mommy" and "daddy" putting an emphasis on the "ee" at the end. He's also started eating with a fork and spoon, or at least trying to.
Here's a couple more pictures of my big boy playing at the dr office. He loves books!

Love you, my ornery little firecracker.


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