Sam turned 18 months old while we were in Spain, and then turned 19 months old just a week and a half ago. He has really grown. In looks, he is losing his baby face, and we are having a HARD time keeping up with his blond mane. He talks more than any 2 year old I know, and most of his words are very clear. He takes one nap a day now, loves baths, still hates most meats, and loves books and to color with crayons. He can count to 2 (over and over and over), seems to be able to identify "lellow" and pink, and sings along to "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" and "Old MacDonald." At his last appointment he was 33 inches tall (50-75%) and weighed 21.3 lbs. (5%).
He is a mess, but we love him so.
Saying "CHEESE" to Grandpa
"Colors" (as he calls crayons)
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