I can't quite get my head around the idea that Xander is already a year old. Some day physicists will have some new way to measure time and will definitively show that Dec 2, 2007 to Dec 2, 2008 was actually the shortest year in the history of the universe. For now you'll have to take my word for it. It was fast.
Xander at 1:
...is tiny, smaller and slimmer than his brothers at this age, and with pixie proportions. He's truly a little elf with his dainty face and snapping eyes.
...is SUCH a happy guy, still. Ok, today he had a fever, and he's probably working on his top eye teeth, but he was still the most pleasant possibly-sick-and-teething baby ever.
...is my little buddy. I adore mornings with Xander. Running errands with him is so fun, he seems so full of joy to be perched in the shopping cart, and he points and tells me "dat!!" to direct me where to go. He has this playful gleam in his eye and always seems to be sharing a joke with me.
...favors both parents equally. Griff favored Dan at this age. Reese was mama's boy. Xander will actually jump from parent to parent and back again, soaking up affection from both.
...has the most stick-straight straw-colored hair I've ever seen.
...gives the best baby hugs ever. Sometimes he even gives a pat-pat-pat. This makes up for the fact that being kissed by Xander is risky and unpredictable - you might get a head butt, you might get a passionate lip kiss, you might get chewed on.
...still doesn't have any 100% definite words that you hear it and know exactly what he is saying, but I feel like he has a good half dozen or more emerging words, things that I hear and think, that could be cracker, or yeah, maybe I should give him credit for dada, or huh, is he calling it a cat? Possible words include:
mama (although maybe he's just saying milk, thus is the fate of the breastfeeding mom)
...signs milk, more, and all done, although not as much as he used to. We haven't taught a lot of signs since he's pretty communicative even without many words. He does a great job of directing me to the fridge and selecting what he wants to eat!
...babbles up a storm, in this really expressive, explaining-the-world-to-mama kind of way. I wish I understood what he's saying!
...is still not walking, much to my surprise. He loves standing up by himself, he adores walking holding on to a parent's hand(s), he cruises speedily, he scales stairs and his brothers' bunk bed ladder (oy!), but he's not quite ready to let go and step out on his own.
...adores cats. Talks to them whenever he sees them. Dogs come in close second.
...has adopted two stuffed monkeys as his own, and makes monkey noises every time he sees them or hears somebody say "monkey", which happens quite often now that we know he'll do it. Ha.
...is very busy ripping books off of shelves, turning pages, doodling with crayons or (his favorite) the magnadoodle, putting things into buckets/baskets/bins and taking them out again, eating anything he gets his hands on, scaling anything steplike
...loves to eat, although he's getting picky all of a sudden. He has a morning yogurt-and-cereal routine with Dan and has clear expectations when he gets up of what they will do.
...has two new uses for the "oooooo" sound. One is like "oooo, look at that" while he points at something awesome he just discovered. The other is a sad "oooooo, I'm miserable" which can also be "ooooo, I'm upset that you didn't give me what I wanted," and is accompanied by an O-shaped pouty mouth.
...requests handplay songs/games by doing the motions. It's especially cute when he rolls his hands and tries to say "guli guli guli". I need to learn more of those types of songs!