For the Record Ian

Ian: 12 months

You are serious about your food. You need it in a particular order and if we don't get it right, you refuse to eat. 
You are serious about your sleep. You need to be in bed by 8:30 at the absolute latest. You are sleeping 15 hours a night. Lucky! I wish I was too. 
You are serious about your juice. Yes, my son, you are a juice stealer if you don't have yours. 
You are serious about door stoppers. You have found every one in the house & bang it repeatedly while your brother covers his ears. And apparently this week you have taken to hiding three of them. Please find them and put them back. 

You are walking -- have been so for over a month. You like to walk around with a balloon in your hand. You like to eat/kiss Elmo. You are a climber, dishwasher and in the refrigerator and the stairs. I haven't let you try anything else yet. You are called the "Destroyer" because you like to demolish Braeden's train sets & dominos. 

You are as much like me as Braeden is like Brandon.
You are a yeller when you are unhappy. You like your sleep & food. You feel trapped inside, spend much time in front of the windows and dash for the doors when they are left open. You love wrestling your brother. You thrive off adrenaline: being thrown, spun, swinging high & going fast in your stroller or shopping cart. Your love language is physical touch. You enjoy massages & being held & giving me & Bug kisses. 

Your teeth are horrible to you. They come down and give you pain for weeks and then retreat! It's a sick game to play on you. You don't have many teeth(8) for all the pain you've been through. You chew on everything.

You are a talker. It is crazy to us that you say Mom mum, Dada, PaPa, & Baba for Braeden. We will not be surprised if you start talking the same time as Braeden.

You will stop playing and watch all of Wheel of Fortune. You like spinning wheels. You will not tolerate your picture being taken. Well, you don't pose or smile for them. Most of the pictures I have of you are: of your back while you are walking away, with your eyes shut, or a blank stare of your face. So do not grow up thinking that you were treated with a second child syndrome of not as many pictures as the first born. This is your own doing. Let it be known! I want more pictures to show off of you kid!