More Boy than Baby

Yesterday Andrew gave me a look that had me in tears. He looked like a little boy more than a baby. He'll be 19 months old tomorrow, its amazing how much they accomplish in such a short time. He's now an avid climber, I just caught him standing on a chair leaning on his highchair tray to get to some leftover breakfast. He enjoys pushing the couch cushions off the couch, unloading the kitchen cabinets, and pulling all the dvds out! He's still not a great talker, but he did utter his first sentence last week ("I want this") and he's getting better at expressing himself. He's still very attached to his mother. His hand is still frequently down my shirt, and he still sucks his thumb like it was made out of something better.

Last week while we were at Grandmas he officially gained the title of TM (trouble maker), by eating rat poison on Wednesday, and then by stabbing Papa's deodorant to death with a pen before rubbing it all over himself and anything else he could get his hands on.