What a difference a year makes. We’ve had 365 days of this guy.

Latest stats:

• 28.5″ long  [1oth percentile]
• 19 lbs 1 oz.  [7th percentile]
• 3 haircuts
• at least 8 teeth
• says about 10 intelligible words and babbles the rest
• dark hair officially has turned a lovely shade of light brown

Jack is now walking; though we seem to hit a 8 step limit before he realizes he can get there faster if he crawls. Or he gets so pleased with himself that his legs can’t keep up with his excitement. I failed to write down when he took his first steps, but it was at least a week before his birthday.

He also gives real hugs; the ones where his little arms reach around your neck and give a little squeeze. And understands “bye-bye”. In fact, I pulled up in front of my parent’s house the other day and got him out of the car and he waved at me and said “bye-bye” — pretty sure this is directly related to his knowledge that he will get spoiled if I’m not there 🙂

We’ve also had the pleasure of some screaming fits and louder than necessary one-sided discussions. The inside-voice command has no meaning. I am trying the respectful “no sir” at each instance. I think he gets that is my Mommy voice. He, of course, usually follows this up with the strumming of the lips trick and a smile. Jack: 1. Mom: 0.

At a year old, he has successfully got us thinking there has never been and never will be a cuter kid. Job well done, son.