Oliver is 12 months!
Height: Probably the same as last month, 27.5" but possibly 28"
Teeth: 8, more coming in slowly (very, very slowly - as in not sure which ones, but having classic teething symptoms as with the previous eight)
Says: Mama, Dada, bye, hi.
What he's up to?
-He continues to be the fastest crawler I've ever seen. People are always telling me how fast he is. Mm hm. Yes. We think he will be slow to walk because he's easily frustrated and has an extremely short attention span and prefers to crawl to get to where he wants to go since he can do that faster. I'm fine with him not walking. I prefer it actually. Once he walks, he'll officially be a toddler and no longer a sweet, needy baby. Sigh. Guess we'll have to make another pretty soon.
-He LOVES his toys. As much as I hate being a consumer, it's hard not to want to buy him fun things when I see how much he enjoys them. I never understood parents waiting in line for the best new toy until seeing Oliver get excited about something. I can no longer say I won't be that parent. However, I have another post in my head about consumerism and materialism and general clutter. One day...
-His hair is sooooo long. I will not cut it. I'm holding out until the summer. Or later. Or sooner if I decide I can't take it anymore. He's totally rocking out a mullet. And it's in his eyes. He can deal. Mama has issues. Admitting it is part of the solution. Perhaps by summer I'll be cured and he can have a haircut.
(No diaper in this picture, I like to live on the edge. :))
(I can't believe I'm getting this posted EARLY! Only an hour and twenty minutes early, but early no less!)