my little boy.

we had parker's twelve month check up yesterday & in my head it was the very last thing of all of the turning-one-year-old events.  we had the party, we had the actual birthday, and now we've officially had the one-year weigh in & shots.  it's official, my baby's baby-days are quickly transforming into toddler-days.  

for all of you who are wondering... because i'm sure there is approximately one or two of you who are, parker weighs 22.8 pounds (40th percentile), & is 29 inches tall (20th percentile).  before you get all "holy crap your baby is short" on me, keep in mind he's been in the 10th percentile at his last two check ups, so graduating to the 20th has me feeling like we have a future shawn bradley on our hands {he is 7'6"}.  

don't burst my bubble.

anywho, p-ray is officially a one year old.  he's been that way for two whole weeks now & he seems to have changed into a little boy over night.  i mean seriously, i just watch him & wonder where the heck he came from.  just when i was getting used to the idea of having a baby, i now have to accept the idea that i have a kid.  and someday i'll have to accept that i have a pre-schooler, or a teenager, or a college student.

but right now?  i have a kid.  and he does silly kid things.  like eat snacks, & brush his teeth, & hold the telephone up to his ear & giggle, & take huge sips of water then let it dribble out of his mouth because i can't help but laugh, & make sound effects while pushing around toy cars.  he throws things when he gets mad, he gets into things he shouldn't, & he usually ignores me when i'm trying to get his attention for pictures.

but i'm pretty sure he's the coolest kid i know.  i mean seriously?  what other twelve month old do you know who pops his collar?  i swear, p-ray did that all on his own.  

vote if you like kids in popped collars!  that should be all of you.