Number Two is Number One

Logan Bear is one. I have a one-year-old and a two-year-old. I never thought I would say that, but it's true. We had a fun birthday bash for my little one. I took him in for his one-year-old check-up, and he's so TINY! (Well, tiny compared to Ethan.) He's 23 lbs 8 oz (60th %) and 32 1/4 in (97th %). I'm used to chuggers Ethan, who weighed a whole pound more than this at NINE months. It's nice for my arms to have a break, I must say. He's such a fun boy. He's a walkin' boy now, too, since just over 11 months--though he refuses to wear shoes. He won't even TRY walking in them. He loves being outside, even if it's 118 degrees. Dirt and rocks are a few of his favorites. He hates most food, except crackers, yogurt, and sweets (which he now loves, since his party:). He's had a temper since 4-months old, but he'll love me and cuddle like the snuggly bear he is. He has a smile that kills. He craves being the center of attention, and he usually is. I'm so thankful for my sweet, Baby Logan.