18 Months

My little William...my Sugar boy...my bugaboo...is 18 months. I feel like he's been here forever. He filled a void we didn't know we had. He's brought so much joy and personality to our family that it's hard to remember what we were like without him. Today as I watched him running around with the biggest smile he could possibly make I thought, "Be careful with my heart son." and I had to stop the tears from forming. I love my children so much. I love them both in equal and yet different ways. I can't wait to meet my other son as well. But as much as I know I will love them all the same amount, there is a part of me that feels like Weston will always be my baby. The months we spent in the beginning sleeping in the same bed, the 18+ months of nursing, the countless hours spent alone staring at his precious face in the middle of the night...have created such a special bond.

At his check up Weston weighed 27.4 pounds putting in the 75% (he was up from the 55-60% three months ago...he's been eating a lot!) His height was 35.5 inches putting him even further off the chart than last time. Most people who meet him think he's older than two. I can see why for sure. He's solid as a rock. His speech is improving he is trying so hard to say so many words. His pediatrician said that the important thing is that he is trying and really at 18 months as long as they can say a few words outside of mommy and daddy they are ok. We aren't worried at all. In the last few week,s words he had been trying to say have become more clear. Between his words, pointing, and the sheer desire to just get it himself...he pretty much gets his point across. :)

Still not sleeping at night. The last blog I posted was the last time he slept through the night. We've had some real rough nights and then some that were better. It will all even out one day.

Here is a picture from the babies today. Not quite the best but I ran out of time before church so we did it after and he was so sleepy. Still cute though :)