fifteen months today

Hey everybody. It's me, Jonah.


I know it's been a while. Mommy has been a MAJOR computer hog. Something about me Aquaphoring her screen and such. Whatever.

Today I turned 15 months old.

A lot has gone on these last three months.

Mommy and Daddy started leaving my toes unwrapped. They said my toes were starting to web a little bit, and so, well, nakey toes for me!

Aren't they the cutest? They're a little blistered, but nothing I can't handle. Mommy says I'm so tough. And my toes are getting a little tougher too with time.

I'm going through a very weird stage right now. I can't talk, but I have so many opinions and that makes me VERY frustrated. See?


Yes, it's true. I've mastered the fake cry. And the fake whine. And the fake tears. And the fake angry scream. I'm a big faker. Still cute though.

These last few months have been super busy with lots of firsts.

Daddy and I made our very first fort...


I got my very first haircut (did not love it)...



I had my very first Easter AT HOME...


I went on my very first Easter Egg Hunt...





I learned to clap (and had a love affair with it for several weeks)...



I wore my very first collared shirt...


I learned to sit up on my own...


And best of all - I learned to CRAWL!

Can you believe it? Mommy just burst into tears when I first did it. She says I'm the cutest little crawler she's ever seen. I'm slow and cautious, but I am definitely on the move. Mommy knows the real trouble hasn't started yet. Just wait until I get confident. She won't be able to stop me.

And guess what else? I've started going into the nursery some at church. Mommy still goes with me since I'm so high-maintenance, but we're getting there. I love to crawl around on the floor and play with all the different toys. Mommy says it's good for me to be with kids who are close to my age. She says that in some cases, peer pressure is a good thing. I'm going to remind her she said that when I'm fifteen.

I've gotten to take a couple trips over the last couple months.

To celebrate my big brother in April, we went up to Smith Mountain Lake in Virginia. I did not love it.


Most of the time Mommy and Daddy spent putting me in the car and driving around just so I'd be happy.

And last weekend, I got to go to my (girl)friend Quinn's birthday party. *Please excuse my Mommy. She interrupted me with her parenthetical addition.*


And the biggest thing that happened in these last few months is this -

Yep, that's right. I got a new friend. His name is Mic-key. Mommy says it's going to help me get all the calories and fluids I need to be healthy. It's caused me some problems, but Mommy thinks we're getting things under control now, and that I'm doing better. I don't get much formula anymore. Mommy now gives me all kinds of crazy blended food through my feeding tube. Tonight I had Baked Ziti. Can you believe that???

Anyway, back to the point. Here I am the afternoon after my surgery. I had a couple really sleepy days, but I recovered so quickly. Mommy is not surprised in the least. She says I'm a champ.

Before I got into my "everything makes me grumpy and don't even think about breathing in my area" stage, I really loved to be outside and swing at the park. Most of the time, when nothing else makes me happy, being outside will.


I'm still loving my ball popper, and I LOVE pinwheels.

One of my favorite things to do is play up in my room with Daddy. I have one of those basketball hoops hooked on my closet, and we play basketball. I pass it to him, and he shoots. Sometimes he holds me up there to let me shoot, but I refuse to let go of the ball and just dig hangin' out in the air. I like to give Daddy's muscles a workout. I love my Vtech Alphabet Train. Some wonderful ladies at Daddy's work got it for me for my birthday, and it is one of my most favorite toys. I also really like the bubble machine my Nana got me. It makes like 1,000 bubbles a minute. It's out of control.

I weigh between 22 and 23 pounds. I'm in the 20th percentile for weight and the 35th percentile for height. I'm not saying any words yet. Mom thought my first word was "Deac" but she hasn't heard me say it for several weeks, so maybe it was just her imagination. I "talk" all the time, though, and Mom says that once I'm saying real words, she thinks I'll never stop talking. She hasn't a clue where I might get that from. I'm sleeping through the night and napping like a champ. It only took me a year to figure it out, but these days, I love sleep.

No matter what, sleeping or not sleeping, eating or not eating, being happy or fussing nonstop, Mommy and Daddy love me so much and wouldn't trade me for the world. They can't believe how far I've come and all of these milestones I'm reaching. It's been an amazing three months, and Mommy and Daddy are so excited to see what else God has in store for me. They're pretty sure it's going to be amazing.