Poor third child, he kind of got the shaft in the whole
first birthday department. Alas, Thomas’
birthday fell right as we were in the midst of moving so his special day was
celebrated surrounded by boxes and chaos.
Still, we have a one year old on our hands!
At 12 months old, Thomas is quickly making leaps and bounds
in his development. He recently went on
a teething frenzy and cut FOUR TEETH on the top and another two on the bottom,
bringing his grand total up to eight. He
is now rather proficient at cruising along furniture so I am curious to see
when the full-on walking will commence.
He still naps at around 10:00 am and 2:00 pm most days. Woe to Mom and Dad when he skips a nap. Things do not go well when that happens.
Unlike his big brothers, Thomas has resisted the transition
to sippy cup and milk. Despite my
efforts with a couple different varieties of cups, he just cannot figure out
how to work the dang things. I tried
switching him right from formula to milk, but he balked at that also. Instead, we’re starting to gradually mix more
milk in with his formula to attempt to wean him off it. The bottle is looking like it may be a
different story. If he gets to be about
14 months and still uses the bottle, I might get concerned, but we’ll just go
with the flow for now.
Thomas is also going through a phase right now where he
wants your undivided attention all the
time. If I set him down to make
supper or see to something else, he just wails.
He is enjoying having his own toys in his room at the new house, but
even that fun is short-lived once he realizes he is entertaining himself.
It’s fun to see Thomas hit these milestones because I know
it will be the last time I get to experience them. It’s tough to know that my last baby is no
longer a baby, but I’m much more at peace with it than I thought I would
be. I’m completely satisfied with the
children God has given me.
Happy Birthday, sweet Thomas. We love you so much.
