15 Months And What Do You Get?

The cutest kid ever and deeper in debt.

I know the song is really "16 Tons" but go with it...Owen turned 15 months yesterday.  To celebrate, he decided to shout it from the rooftop.  Well, it was actually the coffee table.  I heard this whimpering coming from the living room - which is strange - because when he is hurt, he screams and when he is frustrated, he comes to find me.  So, I follow the sounds trying to imagine what I am about to walk in on.  I turn the corner, and there he is - standing on the coffee table - looking like a caged wild animal trying to think of a way out of the situation he just got himself into.

This was an example of a time where I thought to myself, "this is noteworthy - but where is the page in the baby book that asks for first dare devil maneuvers?  Blog it, Laura...Blog it.

So what else comes with turning 15 months?  Being cleared by the doc for peanut butter and fish sticks!  Not together, because that would be gross.  I can report, we ARE a fan of peanut butter and NOT allergic.  Stay tuned for the acception or rejection of the sticks.  Did I tell you this blog would be fascinating? 

On a final note, Owen and I had one of those nights I will remember forever.  I started putting up Christmas decorations and decided a little Christmas music was in order.  Owen got fired up and instead of dancing, he ran circles around the pool table (very similar to what our dog does when she gets fired up - but Owen is slower and a little unstable.)  I started running around the table in the opposite direction and diving to the floor in front of him when I got close.  He was laughing so hard each time I dove and the sound of his laugh melts my heart.  We played for about 15 minutes until I saw that his cheeks were bright red and he was panting from all the running.  We stopped for a water and Elmo break and I thanked the universe for giving me such an amazing boy.