He ain't a baby anymore!

He's a toddler. And I can't believe my little baby is gone. He's walking like a champ, he understands so much, he has definite opinions and ideas these days. I had no idea that I would feel so sad at this!

Anyway, daylight savings time was this past week and it screwed things up a little bit. Not too badly though. We put Drew to bed a little later a couple nights ahead of time. Although, he's always been pretty good at falling asleep at night even when waking from a nap 2 hours before. However, the morning wasn't quite as seamless. He was waking about an hour early for a couple days. But he soon got his clock set correctly and now we're back on schedule. I wouldn't mind eliminating DST however, since it is quite an annoyance in the baby dept. We're just fortunate that Drew is so easy. No.2 may not be.

Speaking of No.2 he's (yes, I'm leaning in the boy direction for some reason...) moving a lot more these days. And the belly continues to grow. I haven't been too uncomfortable yet, and am actually trying to glean as much enjoyment from this time as I can since I know it is fleeting. These are the only days when I truly have the littlest one all to myself. I started buying a couple things for him here and there including a little skeleton onesie for halloween next year -- just planning ahead -- and a blanky for him. It's the same blanky that Drew uses, only a different color. I'm hoping he'll like it as much and find comfort with it the way Drew does.

Drew had his one year doctor appointment last night. He received 4 shots and it's really worn him out today. He slept for almost three hours during his morning nap, causing me enough concern to go in and make sure he was OK. Of course he was, sleeping on his belly with his little knees tucked up under his belly and his tushie in the air. He's still in the 3rd percentile for weight and I feel like he'll be at 18 pounds forever! But the doctor is still not concerned. He is growing after all, he's just littler than others his age.

He's begun to have a little separation anxiety when I leave him with others. It's harder on me probably than him, but it's really tough to walk away from him or hand him over when he's clinging to me. I know he recovers pretty much as soon as I'm gone, so at least he's able to comfort himself. I just hope this stage doesn't last forever!