17 months & counting

We have been so busy with travel, that I almost failed to realize that today is Nicholas' 17 month birthday.  I suppose at some point we will just count in years, especially as Kelsey already berated us yesterday for not doing so,

 "Why don't you just say he is one year old?!"

We tried to explain that there are huge differences between a 12 month old and a 17 month old, but she ran off, completely (and logically) disinterested.  

The Little Guy is still little, but growing.  If my scale is accurate, he is somewhere in the neighborhood of 22 lbs.  I can't guess at his height other to say 2.5 feet plus.  If he follows in his sisters' footsteps, long and lean will accurately describe him for many years to come.

Most of the time his words still seem to sound like "baba", but other times we swear we hear phrases such as "over there".  "Oh, wow", and "uh-oh" are big with him, as is the ever-so-sweet general baby babble. There is nothing like listening to a baby discover his voice, and wondering what they are truly talking about (though with all of his pointing, we generally get the idea).

He is still very happy, though traveling does wear on him.  However, we have found that a good amount of beach time, and a refreshing dip in Auntie Shannon's pool (and playing with her "baba" Sandy), makes all well again.  Happy 17 month birthday, LG!