At Little Man's 12 month doctor visit, we confirmed what we already know: he's huge.
At nearly 27 pounds and 31 inches tall, our little bulldozer is in the 99th percentile for weight and height. Some of his 2T size clothes are starting to get a little tight.
He did all his tricks for his doctor--he walked, he shared, he clapped, he talked. He stole her pen when she wasn't looking.
Some of the words we're hearing:
--Ball: this is the one we hear most clearly, all though he says it with a distinctly southern accent. "Baaawwwwlllll...."
--Da-Da: His favorite person in the whole world.
--Ba-da: Bottle.
--Beeb: He doesn't call me Mama, he repeats what he hears his father call me. And that's Babe.
We're also starting to hear him imitate syllables and intonations of longer sentences. He reponds verbally to certain situations, and even though the words aren't clear, we know what he's "saying". When the dogs bark, we hear "big dogs bark". When Daddy turns on the PS3, we hear "play foot ball". He understands simple directions like "bring that to Nana" and knows to follow when we sing "following the leader, the leader, the leader..." And when I sing "where oh where oh where is baby...?" he comes running towards me. He points to family members in photos and will show you where your nose is--the squeeze it and laugh hysterically.
He is curious and takes time to figure things out. I love watching him encounter something new. And I know that nobody is perfect, but he sure is pretty perfect to me.
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