So, I'm not sure what's been going on with the blog. I tried to post from my phone every Thursday in November, but it would not allow me to post. I guess whatever was wrong has finally been fixed. Anyway, more importantly, Harper and Henry were 19 months old yesterday. It's so hard for me to really believe that my little 2 pound and 3 pound bitty babies are now 19 months old! They are so much fun, and I know I say this EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I post an update, but I really wish I could slow down time. It's going by so fast.
At your 18 month well visit you weighed 23 pounds and 14 ounces. You are 33.25 inches tall. You are running and laughing all the time. You know your name, too. I'll ask you, "What's your name?" and you'll say, "Ha Pah!" You pat your chest when you say it and you sound like the sweetest little southern belle. You are such a good eater, too. You love your veggies and oh my word, you could eat your weight in fruit. I can't keep enough in the house. You and Henry eat a lot healthier than your momma and daddy. But, you're still a normal child because you can eat a hot dog like a champ! In fact, you sometimes scream, "Haaaah dog" when I say it's dinner time. I think your favorite snack right now would be veggie straws, yogurt raisins, and chocolate milk. Just like your momma, you are a creature of habit. I think you could eat that same snack every single day. A lot of weeks you do!
You are such a sweet child. You don't want momma to hold you anymore, (I'm trying really hard to change that) but you love to sit next to me in our rocking chair and read books. We read the same book over and over again. You can be a little bossy to Henry, but for the most part, you are a really sweet sister. When Henry is crying, you will walk over and pat him. We've really had to work on what a "gentle pat" is, though. I love you so much, Harper girl. Your little laugh and sweet smile just make my world. I hope and pray that you never lose your spunk!
At your 18 month well visit, you weighed 23 pounds and 13 ounces. You are 33.75 inches tall. You are a NO FEAR little boy. I am finally realizing what all these boy mommas have been talking about. I can't take my eyes off of you for a second. You are constantly climbing on things just so you can jump off of them! Just in the past month we had to have an emergency visit to the oral surgeon. I was just sure that you had knocked your two front teeth out. Daddy was in Iuka, so Uncle Edward sent us to an oral surgeon. Turns out you gave yourself a frenectomy. A week after that, you fell right into the edge of the coffee table and gave yourself a horrible black eye. But, you seem to be tough as nails, so I guess your momma is just going to have to toughen up too.
Just like Harper, you love to eat! The only thing that you don't like are carrots. You despise them. You talk all the time, but unfortunately, mommy just doesn't understand what you're saying. You can say momma though, and I understand that just fine! You are OBSESSED with Mickey Mouse. You scream, "bye bye Gicky" every time I turn the tv off. You're a not one to want to be held, but almost every day, right after you wake up from your nap, you let me hold and rock you for about 10 minutes. Sometimes, when I'm sitting in the floor playing with you and Harper, you will walk over and just kiss me on my cheek, or give me a big hug. It absolutely melts my heart. You are going to be a charmer, young man! I can already see you charming your way out of trouble when you're older. I love you so much! I wish I could keep you little forever, but I know I can't. I pray that you will always be the sweet, gentle spirit that your are right now.