Where has the time gone? There is no way that my baby boy will be a year and a half on the 24th of this month. I have watched this preemie grow from 5 pounds to 21 pounds in a matter of 18 months and my love for him has grown in unmeasurable amounts. I have watched his blue eyes get bigger, his blond hair get thicker, and his obsession with tractors deepen. Our little man is, no doubt, developing a personality all his own and he couldn't be more perfect.
Everyday I enjoy watching as he learns and discovers new things. He is using sign language regularly and will use a sign with it just being introduced to him once. I have even caught him on occasion making up signs for things and ideas he wasn't sure how else to express.
He is currently attending a day school where he has found himself a little girlfriend whom he kisses and holds hands with. His face lights up at home with just the mention of her name. Even with his new companion he cries every morning when I drop him off and it breaks my heart. I have been told that the tears are short lived and are dried up by the time I make it to my car.
Brasen hit the terrible-twos briefly about a month ago and I was wondering where we had gone wrong and what I was supposed to do with him. Between his school and firmer discipline at home I think we have gotten him straightened back out for now. I am just hoping that stage is not revisited as he edges closer to two.
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