Aron is 18 months as of March 25 and is just about as normal as an 18 month old boy aught to be I suppose. We had his well visit today at the Dr.’s office and he is measuring in the 50th percentile in almost everything. He is happy and hungry, funny and frustrating, curious and cuddly and in almost every way adorable. He mimics his brothers often and is learning words as quickly as he can get his tongue to form them. He is quite decisive and sure of things he wants and I have quite a struggle to get him to eat what I want him to. He is not a picky eater, but he refuses, at times, things he likes because there is something he likes better. This morning we battled for a while, but he finally realized that if he did not accept the banana, his only other option was nothing.
Here are some pictures that have been taken in the past couple of months.
Just a nice smile…I can see how much his hair has thickened since this was taken in mid February.
At the zoo…out of the stroller and making his way in the world.
This was at the end of our trip to the ER last month. A volunteer at the hospital gave him a little stuffed toy that had been donated by a church…which is perfect for my little hugger. He is much more attached to stuffed animals than either Owen or Ivan were.
Little baby legs in white diapers and white socks is one of my favorite things in the whole world.