Ethan's birthday was yesterday -- Friday the 22nd -- but I'm going to break up his birthday posts into different days, leading up to his birthday party next weekend. I'll kick things off with his 12 month update.
Ethan came down with a little cold on his birthday. Mostly he's been in good spirits despite being snotty and sniffly, although the past two nights have been kind of rough at best. It stinks, but I'm glad that it happened now and not during his party (which I have admittedly been planning since before he was even born).
I'm pretty much at a loss for words in regards to Ethan turning one. It doesn't feel like a year has gone by and yet I can't deny it anymore: my baby is one. I have a one year old. It's completely crazy and unreal and I can't believe it, but here it is. At one year, Ethan weighs 25 1/2 pounds and is 31.75 inches long. That puts him in the 81st percentile for height and the 80th for weight. He's currently wearing 18-24 month clothing with a few 2T's thrown into the mix, depending on the brand. He has eight teeth with a ninth almost ready to break through. He's not walking yet but over the past two days he's started to stand unassisted for longer periods of time.
His favorite foods are banana, cheese, sweet potato pancakes and ravioli smothered in tomato sauce. His new favorite activity is putting smaller toys inside of bigger things or stacking toys on top of one another. He especially loves taking the balls out of his ball pit and seeing what he can balance them on.
He loves animals, Max and Ruby books, drinking water from his straw cup and bubblebaths. He hates naptime, sleeping in general and when his daddy is at work. He loves babbling and attempting to say new words. His favorite word is "dat" (that) which he exclaims constantly while pointing his curious finger at the object or person in question.
And just like that, a year has gone by and my baby is one year old. I don't think I've fully accepted it yet.