Wells is 18 Months

Sweet, growing, cotton-blonde haired boy, you are halfway to 3, and less than 6 months to being a two year old. Every day you look more like both Mac and Paisley, and it's crazy the characteristics I'm learning that are inherited. Facial expressions, gestures, etc. Your vocabulary is growing like crazy, and you sing constantly. You love to sing 'ei ei o' from Old McDonald and the 'ohhhhh' from Needtobreathe's 'The Outsiders' song, which is also one of Mac's favorite. You're always up for a good karaoke session.

As every mom says, these days are flying by, but you still seem so little. I can handle that, I really don't mind keeping you little for as long as possible.

The missing tooth has become part of who you are, and I had no idea that incident would precede your carefree and wobbly nature. You are so stinking cute, and we absolutely adore you.

The recent thing you've mastered is holding up your hand to say 'me' when I ask a question. The first time we heard you do this was when we were a few days from leaving for Uncle Jeff's beach wedding, and I asked who was ready. Then I had to take a video, obviously. Because I'm the mama-razzi. 

And here is your photo album for this post :o)

You love dried strawberries. Not the fresh kind. Only the freeze-dried kind.

 When my hair is in dire need, Ms. Amy lets us come after hours to spare the others ;-)

 Your belly always does this because you eat SO much.

 Second beach trip, first time you played, next time you may remember that trip.

 Dollywood!

 I love to find these sweet selfie surprises on my phone. Smile.

 You LOVE to be outside, even in Sunday's best.

 Love, love, love you, sweet and crazy Wells.

-mom