16 months.

whoa. sixteen.

joe montana, people. joe montana. pre-kansas city chiefs. this is going to be a fantastic month.

let's see.

his torso is much longer than his legs. sorry kiddo, you get that from your momma. his hair is a honey blonde. sometimes it looks red. other times it's brown. but mostly, it's honey blonde. when he gets out of the bathtub, after having it washed, it's in curls. ringlets almost. he needs a "big boy" haircut, but i can't bring myself to do it. i keep cutting it myself.

his feet are super flat. you get that from your daddy. super flat and skinny. his hands are so tiny and he still holds my hand when i give him a bottle. well, my finger, really. not my entire hand. and yes, he still takes a bottle. even though we were supposed to stop that last month. kiss it. because i'm keeping this baby a baby however i need to. and if that means he will have bottle mouth...so be it. because we can fix that in a jiffy. for free.

he loves to give "bear hugs" and in the morning after his bottle i become as still and quiet as a mouse. at that moment, all i want is for him to sit with me. just sit with me. not to get down and start playing with toys. i just want him to lay against me. holding my finger. with his hair right below my chin. sometimes i have to remind myself to breathe. that's how still i get. sometimes it works, sometimes he gets down anyway. but i savor those times he wants to be a baby...and stay in my lap.

he has a shelf in the pantry dedicated to him. all his food items are there. raisins, cereal, peanut butter, graham crackers, mum mums, etc. he goes in there, and can get whatever he wants off the shelf. i think he likes it. feeling independent. who wouldn't?

he still loves rice. fried or white. he's into grapes right now. and apple slices. he's also totally into dipping. ranch, peanut butter, cheese, salsa, etc. i've started smearing graham crackers with pb. he licks all the peanut butter off and then hands me back the cracker. it's pretty funny. he likes brocolli and edamame. won't eat green beans to save his life. he will eat onion slices whole. yes, people. he will eat bananas, but only in kroger. he points to them and says, "nanana!!!" and so you walk over to them and get one. he will eat the entire thing. then another one. but if you buy an entire hand of them, he won't eat them. something about kroger. who knows.

he loves to people watch. especially in the grocery store. he says "bye bye" to pretty much everyone whenever we leave somewhere.

a few of his words/phrases: "hi yeah yeah" (hi yoda); kitty, dog, dad, nan (nana), cook (cookie), shoog (sugar), ski (skeet), more, done, again, bye bye. clint is trying to teach him "whaz up", and it sounds like "zzzz". it's pretty embarrassing. i'm just hoping he doesn't catch on.

he can point to his head, ears, eyes, nose, mouth, teeth, fingers, hands, toes, feet.

his book of choice lately has been "goodnight moon". when you finish reading it, he says, "again." he could read it all night long. but that's fine. at this point, anything is better than those picture books. they were getting o.l.d.

he loves his foam alphabet letters. for the bathtub. he and daddy have a big time with those at night. and he is starting to like brushing his teeth. clint is getting him an electronic toothbrush for babies, so maybe then it will be a tad bit easier to brush them. he has 12 teeth at this point. crazy.

he loves flashcards. he has two sets. one with animals and one with common things on them. he will bring the sets to you, sit in front of you and wait on you to show them to him. it's so funny. i'll have to post the video from the other night. we flip three or four cards over and ask him to point to certain items. he does really well. he knows several of the cards. um, ball, shoe, sock, house, kite, key, dog, cat, fish, wagon, cup.

this morning pretty much sums up my life. i only fight certain battles. others, i let slide. well, i've started dressing him while he stands up. it's just easier (on him...not me). he hates being layed down. so i took his nightgown off. and put his shirts on. then i took his diaper off. i wiped his little bottom off and turned around for a diaper. when i turned back around, he was standing there, hands on his hips. with his little gut all stuck out. peeing.

YES!! peeing!!! on his floor. on the rug in his room. i sort of gasped, which made him laugh. well, when he laughed the pee shot up a little. of course, you know...it moved. well, this was extra funny to him. he would stop peeing, and i would say, "are you done?" and he'd go, "no." and keep peeing. finally, it had been almost 30 seconds, and i said, "okay, now are you done?" and he shivered all over, and goes, "done. haha."

hilarious. some of you (without kids) may be wondering why i didn't stop him? well, because you can't. and i didn't want to attempt to carry him, while peeing everywhere, from his room into the bathroom. and i was already dressed. and i was not getting peed on. so, i let him cop a spot on his rug. big deal. hahahaha.

pratt, you are a joy to be around. pee and all. happy sixteen months little man.

i love you more than i love m&ms,

mommy.