Keaton

Our little baby is finally one year old. I guess I shouldn't say 'finally'. It's more like 'suddenly'. It doesn't seem like it has possibly been a year already. Time flies even faster with the second one, that's for sure. Several times this evening I have thought back to what I was doing last year at this time: going in and out of consciousness between contractions! But, it was definitely all worth it. Keaton's gone from being that little infant we swaddled up, placed on our bed, and locked the bedroom door, just to ensure that big brother wouldn't bother him to the little toddler who wanders around the whole house looking for messes to make. We've gone through formula, rolling over, baby food, crawling, solid food, and now walking. Keaton has changed so much over the past year.

Keaton has been the more easy-going of our two boys, so far. He is fairly happy most of the time. He doesn't much like going to bed, but neither does Carl or Cale so I know where he gets it. He is very loving, often giving us repeated hugs. He has still yet to really give a kiss. So stubborn. His favorite hobbies include: 1. Taking everything out of the sippy cup/bottle drawer and throwing it all out on the floor, carrying the clean sippy cups that he throws on the floor all over the house to be found in random places.
2. Sticking his hands in the toilet water, any time a careless person leaves the lid up.
3. Going for quick, clumsy-looking jogs while holding any type of technology that he's not suppossed to have. Especially an iPod or iPhone. He gets his hands on it, then takes off without looking back. He doesn't realize this is a red flag for us. He's going to have to become less conspicuous.
4. Dropping everything and booking it to the dishwasher the minute he hears the sound of plates/bowls clinking. He immediately tries to climb inside once he gets there. I have mastered the art of silent dishwasher emptying. Also, I have a trick. I take everything out as fast as lighting and set it on the kitchen counter, which is out of Keat's reach. Then, I can put things away without worrying.
5. Emptying the trash can onto the floor and searching for scraps to munch on. Caught him doing this on multiple occasions.

At one-year old Keaton is quite a chunk. He loves to eat and will do so when given any chance. He's already become a bit of a picky eater...not to crazy about vegetables besides green beans. He loves milk. He also loves his bottle. For some reason milk in a sippy just doesn't taste quite the same. I'm going to give it a little time before I really try to start breaking him from the bottle. I mean, he was born three weeks early, right? I know, it's just an excuse to avoid the terror that is to come...

Keaton loves people and is willing to go to almost anyone. He has reached for strangers multiple times. What's funny is, I can remember Cale being this same way and now he has a bit of stranger fear. He clams up and gets a grumpy face when people he doesn't know try to talk to him.

Keaton also loves to people watch. He's not even nonchalant about it. He will turn completely all the way around in his high chair to stare at the table behind us. That's actually the one time he's usually not too interested in eating.

We love our Keater-pie and cannot believe he is one. He has been so much fun already and we just love his happy personality. We can't imagine life without him. I think even Cale is 100% glad to have Keat around. It's like he's got his own little punching bag. A punching bag that he loves on in between hits. A few more pounds and Keaton will be able to hold his own. And we will probably sit back and smile the first time he does. Big brother's got it coming...