Aidan is Thirteen Months Old

Aidan turned thirteen months old today. Just as I was beginning to get used to the fact that he was twelve months old, a whole year, he had to go and add yet another month to his age!

He remains my very active, very sweet, very funny little man. He's still not walking (on a regular basis). I tend to think it's because he knows that he is able to get where he needs to go, faster, by crawling.

The past couple of days have proven that he is, unfortunately, accident-prone, just like his Mom. Yesterday, he took a good fall down the stairs as Alex ran to catch him. He cut his lip and managed to scare Mommy with the amount of blood coming out of his mouth (I've never seen him bleed before!). And, today, he took not one, but TWO nasty falls off of the couch. He is always in such a hurry to get to a toy or one of the cats or the dog that he doesn't stop to think about how he's getting off of the couch. The first fall wasn't bad -- he only cried for a second and went back to playing. The second fall (this time Mommy couldn't reach him in time), he managed to cut his lip (again!) on his straw cup because he was drinking out of it when he fell.

He continues to amaze me with how smart he is. He is able to point out a number of different objects or pictures of things when we ask him. He knows where his nose is (as well as our noses and the dog's nose), he also knows where the zebra, lion, and alligator on his nursery wallpaper border are. He can correctly identify pictures of Mickey Mouse, his grandparents, his Mommy, Daddy, and Noah. He can also correctly identify where his mouth is (as well as our mouths) and "boobies." He is quite fascinated with Alex's "boobies" when he's not wearing a shirt.

He loves to eat and still has quite an appetite. He hasn't gotten any better at leaving the food he doesn't want on his highchair tray... No, that food is always thrown at (or on top of) Noah. He also loves to take baths, go for walks, and play in the snow.


And, even though he is thirteen months old, he is still my baby. My baby that I rock quietly with lullaby music in the background right before I put him to bed. My baby that hates to have his diaper changed and will resort to crawling around buck naked before I can put a diaper on him. My baby that loves to give (and get) kisses from his Mommy and Daddy. My baby that happily declares his food to be either Mmmmm or Good every time we ask. My baby that refuses to drink out of a bottle, but is still addicted to his pacifier. He is, quite simply, my baby. And, that, no matter how many days, months, or years go by, will never, ever change.