We went to the doctor this month for your 18 month well check and, of course, shots, and we found out, yet again, that you're indeed a beautifully big boy! You're off the charts for weight and height (no wonder we can't keep shirts or shoes for longer than a couple months!), and right now you're measuring at the size of a two and a half year old. Your dad is over the moon about this news. I'm worried you might actually eat us out of house and home in the next year. You've got more than a healthy appetite, and I love that we can share foods at every meal. You are obsessed with broccoli (you say that word really well) this last month, and it's always one of the first suggestions you make when I ask what you want to eat. Turkey meatballs are pretty high on that list too, but nothing, and I mean nothing, could trump your love for breakfast sausage. It's real, and it's strong. If you've finished the sausage on you plate, you eyeball your dad's and my plate for any tiny remnant. And oh Lord. God help us if you spy a piece. You and Stan both lose your minds for sausage.
Loves - You love sitting on the counter watching me make your breakfast or dinner and sitting on the counter in the bathroom mimicking me putting on makeup or brushing my hair or brushing my teeth. You love to pretend brush your teeth but hate when we try to polish those pearly whites. You love to drive. You pretend drive and dance almost every time we pull into our driveway, and it's one of your very favorite things to do at the park.
The funniest (and the weirdest) thing lately is to see so many of my mannerisms popping up in you. Your scrunched up nose when you say no tipped me off. You're making the same face I make when I tell you something would be a bad idea. It's a perfect mimic, and I didn't even know I was doing it. Makes me a little nervous for what else you're picking on. Possibly just about everything.
You're the very sweetest little sidekick to have around these days. You're learning your manners (Thank you, MAMA! is a real fave) and you're testing boundaries almost every other minute. You love the sideways glance when you know you're doing something you're not technically allowed to do. But normally I just tell you you can do what I've asked you to do (i.e. - come sit down to get your diaper changed) or I can come get you, and then I count to three, and I almost never get there before you come running over saying "THANK YOU!" and do whatever I've asked. I've stolen, "Doesn't it feel great to be great?!" from your aunt Jennifer, and you beam when I celebrate you and your good behavior. The terrible two's are probably coming, but right now, I'm loving watching you test boundaries but ultimately listen. I can't tell you enough how lucky I feel to be filling my days and adventuring through your early days with you. It's the very biggest blessing I never knew I needed. Thanks for making our life that much sweeter, Chuckster. Lots of love.
