Here are some of Nate's 18-month photos that I've taken during the last few days using my new camera.
And by the way, I cannot believe that Nate is 18 months old. Where does the time go? My little bundle of a boy that I brought home from the hospital is now a talking, funny, always-on-the-move, little guy with a wonderful personality. He tests us at times, doing things he knows he shouldn't and then looks at us with wide eyes that are asking "what are you going to do?" I hope to get a picture of that face soon because I don't want to forget that look when he gets even older. Other times, he does something funny just because he knows it will make us laugh. I love that. When I ask him if he can sing, he makes a high-pitched "lalalala" noise that melts my heart, and he knows it. I ask him, "Who's Mama's baby?" and he replies, "Na-na!" (translation-Nate).
He is a complete Daddy's boy and I love that too. They are so cute together-watching ball, reading books and flipping through the latest installment of SI.
Gosh, can he just stop growing for a few years. It's happening too fast!