At 18 months, Julian tipped the scales at 28 pounds, and measured 35 inches long. I found it incredible that he gained 5 pounds in 3 months (refer to previous "cookie" post). Brother likes to eat. And eat. And eat. He wears his thighs well, mind you.
His language continues to improve. He says "shoes" now, as well as "hi," "bye" and "car-car." What he doesn't say, he manages to communicate with a series of points, grunts, and other body language.
His top and bottom incisors poked through without much fanfare, as did his molars. A slight slow down in eating and a few crabby days, but other than that, he wasn't much worse for wear.
This summer he's experienced having his first ice cream cone all to himself, swimming in pools (and jumping in them, which toward the end of the summer he much preferred doing as who wants to float when they can jump in?), playing in the sand, swings, and his favorite thing of all, pushing his toy lawn mower all over the front yard.
It's good to be 18 months old. So good.
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