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Andrew, 18 Months

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 Little Andrew is 18 months. I remember feeling like Nathan was growing up quickly, but this is kind of crazy. I mean, Andrew is the same age Nathan was when we left Portland, when we lived in the Vancouver apartment, and when we became pregnant with Andrew. And here we are!

Andrew checked out just fine at his 18 month appointment today. He weighted 28 pounds even and measured 32 inches. He didn't enjoy the shots too much but recovered quickly when stickers and bubbles were presented. Unfortunately, he does have an ear infection in the right side. 


Andrew has always been our busy boy. He chases Big Brother Nathan around, moving faster each day. He loves to do whatever Nathan is doing, whether invited or not. Be it building with blocks, playing with cars or some other invention of play, Andrew is right alongside Nathan. Andrew loves cars and trucks. He loves balls and will perk up at the mention of one. He loves pretend play, cooking at his toy kitchen and bringing plates of food for us to enjoy. He is the riskier brother, running, jumping and diving over furniture regularly. He has had a few bloody noses and lips recently, which gets messy quickly, for an 18 month old.


Andrew's mischievous smile! We finally broke him of the pacifier this week.


Like Nathan, Andrew has amazing blue eyes which catch nearly everyone's attention. I'm sure that will work to their advantage someday.

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