Grant is 20 months old now. When he was only 16 months he had to stop being our baby and get used to having an even littler guy around. He has taken it well, all things considered. I sometimes have guilt that I can't pick him up and snuggle him or play with him all the time 'cause I have to feed the baby or run kids to school. That's just how life is these days, but Grant, with his rambunctious and gregarious nature has a special place in our family for sure. Here he is sitting at the table...with no high chair or booster. Just like a big boy. Tonight he asked me during dinner, "Baby go?" wondering where Johnny was (napping in the other room). He likes to keep tabs on little brother.
He's never been a good sleeper and napping has been an issue for a while. He often fights the nap and I don't usually have a free 45 minutes to try and get him to sleep in his crib, so he usually naps in a toddler chair in the front room. Sometimes he even fights that. This day he fought til he just fell asleep upright on the couch.
He doesn't like wearing clothes and if you let him, he will run around in just his diaper (or less) shrieking and squealing, waving his arms, just from the joy of being in his skin. When we make him wear clothes he sometimes likes to pull one arm out through the neck hole.
"That's why they call me Tarzan of the Apes."
I didn't get a good picture of this, but here he is trying to ride Anna's stuffed animal horse.
I liked that he wore the cowboy hat too.
Apparently the horse wasn't up to the task.
We love you Grant!!


















