In Lieu of a Newsletter

So, like, I owe Nathan a 15 month newsletter, but we haven't taken any pictures recently. Fifteen months? I can't even believe it. Even though he only has a 10 word vocabulary, almost everything about him is little boy. He climbs everything, and I do mean everything. He never stops moving. He never stops talking. My goodness, it's just so much fun right now.

One of the most frustrating things about this stage is the assertion of independence at the most inopportune times --- like on the changing table. Changing Nathan's diaper or changing his clothes is a two-person, fifteen minute project. It's just crazy. I can't figure out how to make him cooperate when he really, really wants to get up and run. Who can blame him? It's much more fun to be running around like a lunatic than putting on your jammies.

We're working more on identifying objects, and he absolutely knows where the kitty is... when we're talking about our kitties. He knows the difference between Mystic and Magic. That's not bad for someone just past one! My father-in-law can't even tell them apart!

I guess this is all to say that there's not much to report, except that he's a happy, healthy, crazy little monkey. Somehow, every day is really really fun.