18 Months

Logan turned 18 months in October and is gettng to be such a big boy. He loves to play outside and go down his slide all by himself. He loves his doggies and his favorite food is blue berries. He loves to make messes by empting out my cabinets and rearranging the food in the refridgerator. He likes to help me vacuum(which isn't much help), and really enjoys "Mighty Mates" (generic lucky charms), although he really only likes the marshmellows! He had is 18 month check up on the 31st and weighed in at 24.8 lbs and is 34 inches long. Still tall and skinny. He is still quite the "momma's boy" and I fear he is going to have a hard time adjusting to his baby sister Olive when she arrives. He has started to get really jealous lately when I talk to Scott, let alone give him a hug or hold his hand. Life has been really busy lately in the Stevens' household. I have updated our pictures online, check them out (the link is to the right).

Pumkin Patch

We took Logan to the pumpkin patch for the first time this year. He had a really good time. He enjoyed playing in the corn box (sand box with corn instead of sand) and really liked looking at the "Quack quacks." We also got to take a hay ride to the pumpkin patch where he picked out his very own pumpkin. Although he wasn't a fan of all of the stickers in the pumpkin patch, I would say it was a good day over-all.

And then there were three...

or, as Scott calls it "a farm." Here is how it happened. Logan has recently been going to bed with a "puppy." I gave him it to him in hopes he would get attached and give up the binky. Well, one day the puppy got really dirty and needed a bath. In came "puppy number two." I gave Logan both puppies during one nap that way he could get used to number two while still having number one (number two is slightly different in colors and a bit smaller). So now, Logan can't sleep without number one AND number two. Then one night before bed, I saw that number two had a small rip and the stuffing was going to come out, so rather than risk Logan eating the stuffing, I gave him a stuffed lamb (I was fresh out of puppies) and puppy number one. The next morning, when Logan saw a mended puppy number two he decided that he had to have all three...Number One, Number Two and the Lamb. Needless to say, puppy number one has yet to have a bath and he still won't give up the binky! So much for my good intentions!

Dinner Time

I finally did it...I let Logan try to feed himself. He made a mess. I had a hard time watching and trying to keep my hands to myself. I wanted to jump in and help, he eventually gave up the spoon and just started using his fingers. I figure he needs to be able to feed himself by the time Olive gets here since I only have two hands! And surprise, surprise, he actually eats more when I let him take control. He just has to have a bath every night after dinner...oh and in case you were wondering, I have since discovered that when a 15 month old is feeding themselves, they really should have on a bib or no clothes at all.

Frisbee at the Park

Logan loves to be outside, especially now that he can walk. Every time we put his shoes on him he thinks he is going out side. And if he isn't done when you bring him inside, believe me you will get an earful! Logan is much fun lately, he has turned into a crazy little boy who can't sit still for one moment. Although, I will say he discovered the T.V and cartoons this last week. It is amazing how tuned out he can be. Kind of scary, but at the same time it is nice to have something to distract him with sometimes...Am I a bad mom for admitting that?

Finally!

We have a walker in the house. Just one and a half weeks shy of 15 months, Logan has decided that walking is fun. Now, he just needs to master it in the next 4 1/2 months so I don't have to carry TWO babies around! Go Logan!

Broken...

tooth. Yesterday Logan decided to introduce his two front teeth to the porcelain kitchen floor tile. The tile hand a stronger hand shake and his right front tooth didn't make it out alive. Well...according to the dentist it is alive, just broken. He was at Grandma's house and the report is that he didn't even cry or seem to notice that a quarter of his tooth is missing. It breaks my heart that he doesn't have two big buck teeth anymore. The detist says we won't know if he will need a root canal until another six weeks when he goes back for an x-ray. I guess he will have a funky smile for the next six years. Oh well, I still think he is super cute.