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Beckett Anthony: 18 Months

Beckett had his 18 month well visit on my due date - 5/27.
Playing in the waiting room.

We did the usual measurements and he is 32.5 " tall (which puts him in the 57%) and he weighs 24.6 lbs (54% for his age). He's going to be my mini but mighty little guy!

Playing with the books in Dr Schnick's Suess room. 

My feisty little dude is getting so big. He's starting to lose the last little bit of his baby phase and is almost a full blown toddler. To be honest, it makes me a little sad that I don't get to thoroughly enjoy this last little bit of him being a baby with his new brother being here. I'm trying to soak in every second that I can. He's such a sour patch kid. Haha! He'll hug you and kiss you one minute then punch you in the nose and giggle. He's started to speak more and more clearly and saying more words than just gibberish. Most of the time I can make out a word or two when he's talking now. His favorite words are "mine", "more", "please", "bite", "Braz", "Jake", "go", and "Daddy". Much to my dismay, he now calls me "mom" instead of "mommy". :( He's too little to call me "mom" and drop the "-my" from the end. Such is the fate of younger siblings I suppose.
I love my little screeching, tough and tumble little stinker so much!! Don't grow up too fast ok my little love?


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