Eighteen Months

My baby...my precious, sweet baby boy is eighteen months old today. Oh my, where did the time go? It makes me so sad to realize that he won't be little much longer. This revelation just hit me as I was reading Kristi's post about becoming a mother again, Jeff's post about Grayson's 2nd birthday and then Anna's post about how grateful she is to have a healthy baby girl. Needless to say, my red face and watery eyes probably look a bit odd to my coworkers. It seems just yesterday that I was getting ready to move him from his cradle next to our bed to his crib in the nursery and getting up all night to check on him. And still, my first thought every morning is about Jackson. How did he sleep, did he get cold/hot...

Just last night, Clint and I were having a serious conversation while Jackson played in the floor between us. He stopped us right in mid-sentence when we realized what he was doing. He was talking to his daddy on the phone (which happened to be the remote control). "O, daddy, oooh. Bye-bye." And he punched a button and was done. He doesn't say hello well, mainly just the "o" comes out. We immediately started laughing. What would we do without him? Linda, who keeps Jackson during the day, has told me that he calls his daddy regularly on the toy cell phone. He's got that cell phone figured out, makes me very aware of what else he's picking up on.

I am amazed to see how quickly he is learning and growing. He's also figured out the time-out mat. Since I bought that mat (a vinyl place mat) to mark the timeout spot on the floor, he's not been to time-out. I also found it waded into a ball in the corner a few nights ago. Sneaky little rascal!