I can't find the baby.

17 Months

In another week the Big D will be 17 months old. Certainly not a baby any longer (thought we all still call him 'Baby Desmond') as he's nearly three feet tall and weighs about 30 pounds. Sometimes I come into a room to find him sitting on top of the coffee table. Sometimes he tries to surf the rocking chair in his room. Sometimes we have to call the pediatrician as Baby D has fallen off the sofa, run into a wall or otherwise stricken terror into my heart. Mostly, though he is crazy cute and loves to read books, dance and play hide and seek. 

Fall Festival

Buckethead; Movie at 11

Baby D will not wear hats. Not on the beach, not in the snow, not when its cold outside or if the sun is beating down on his wee blonde head. I acquired this pink plastic bucket when I bought some paper-white bulbs to force this fall and my first inclination was to toss it in the recycling bin; on second thought I decided it would be a perfect garage for matchbox cars. Boy, was I wrong:

Shoes and socks are a battle a fight most days. Maybe I should just put some Kleenex boxes and zipper baggies on the child's feet and call it day.

15 Months

14 Months! The two-handed noodle monster.

Desmond Facts:
Big D says the following:

• Yeah!
• Nooooo.
• Kitty! 
• Meow
• Wooooo
• Daddy
• Nisha! (Short for Tanisha, D's caregiver)
• WhoIsThat?
• YumYumYumYumYum
• Peep-a-pooh 

You will take note that 'Mama' is not on the list. Sigh.

Big D is sleeping through the night, steadily gaining more beautiful blonde curls, running, climbing and almost blowing kisses. There is constant yammering, singing and even dancing.  Joy, all day long. I cannot get enough of his toothy smile and though the child can't yet find his own nose, he can find everyone's belly button, and pokes me in the armpit to tickle me.

Also, one day we will move out of our house, and only after all the furniture and rugs and stuff is removed will we find all the cheerios hidden by tiny toddler hands.

Beach Baby

Baby D took his first vacation spending some time in the Outer Banks of North Carolina this week. It is hard work being the baby, and everyone needs a break now and then.

I just hope to get all that sand out of the baby business before he starts kindergarten.