Renn is a one-year-old!
He loves his new trike, as do I.
Bending over isn't as easy as it was with the first child and in my mid-twenties.
He opened one present by himself. He now has a new addiction, baby cheetos.
Downed a can in one afternoon. You know those little puffy snack things from Gerber.
His own birthday cake.
He wasn't too interested until he saw the candle, then the light shone in his eyes and he tried to extinguish the candle with his hands. eek.
No pyrotechnics that lead to the ER on your birthday baby.
Cake smash.
One taste and he was all in.
The frosting was whip cream, I think that was the clincher.
The joy of birthday cake!
It's all fun and games, until you take away the cake.
Renn tricks:
Crawling. Crawling so fast there is no interest in walking.
Bum scoot crawling, for those times when you have something in your hand and don't want to crawl on all fours.
Clapping for himself. I love when he is proud of his accomplishments.
Shaking his head no when he knows he isn't supposed to be pulling every wipe out of the container.
Dancing. Any music. Even church hymns.
Making fishy noises when he wants food.
Jumping out of my arms for food.
Squirreling open containers of all kinds, including but not limited to sippy cups, puff snacks, and dishwasher detergent.
Saying mama and baba.
Making puppy noises.
Telling everyone good night, waving wildly.
Cuddling his blankie. And lovingly curling up in a ball pretending he actually likes to sleep.
Renn Loves:
Cheerios
My vegetable soup
The dog and cat. Particularly the hateful cat.
Outside
Water
Mud. Lots of mud.
Pulling everything out of cupboards/bins/boxes, etc.
Communicating his wants!
His puppy book.
Holding the calculator or TV remote up to his ear and talking on the phone.
Trucks. There are trucks all over my house. Ninja turtle trucks, pink barbie trucks, monster trucks, hot wheels, cement trucks. We could start a kiddie dealership.
Destroying whatever Elise is doing.
His slide. He can climb up and go down on his own. A climber...
