18 months goes by too fast

I love this little guy.  He is serious and brooding.  He is giggly and exuberant.  He is thoughtful and cuddly.  He is stubborn and determined.  He is wary of new people.  He loves his mommy. And now he is 19 months old.  I took him in for his 18 month check-up (admittedly a little late), and here were his stats:  head circumference 19", height 34", 29 pounds.  He is in the 85th percentile in height and weight, perfectly proportional.  His head is around the 50th.  He is off the scale for cuteness.

 

Developmentally Phinn is starting to make a move on his verbal skills.  He is not nearly as verbal as Enoch was at this age, but honestly, I don't know if that is possible for any kid.  Here are some of his words: more, Mommy, DADDY (almost always yelled), Baby, Bye Bye, bish (fish), milky, nana (banana), booky, Diddy (Hilde - very hard to differentiate from daddy sometimes), uh-oh, peese (please and cheese).  

Physically Phinn is one strong, tough kid.  He is a little climber, and his mind is racing to find a path to whatever he wants, no matter where it is.  He runs into things, falls down, and bounces right back up.  He hasn't learned to punch his own weight and takes Hilde and Enoch on whenever he can.  He runs at them with his foam sword and tackles them when they are playing together.  He is a great kid, he isn't our baby anymore!