Almost

On Caleb's last day as a one year old, I'd hoped to get a few photos of the sweet boy I love.

Caleb, on the other hand, had a different idea in mind.


He's such a bugger baby. But I still love him.

While he doesn't like his picture being taken these days (it's hot and cold with that kid, nothing in between), there are things in life he does like. His two favorite things are definitely sports and music. He's obsessed with basketball. He's also addicted to the television. To the point that I want to throw away every television we own when we move. While he's content to watch television all day every day, he also loves to wrestle. We're a very rough and tumble kind of family. His favorite game is "My Baby" where Mommy and Daddy fight over Caleb.


He's quite the talker, though we still don't understand much of it. He loves repeating us, but by this point, we've learned to be very careful in what we say -- the only "swear" words allowed around Caleb are "wow" and "uh-oh." He doesn't actually say three and four word sentences (he says many more word than that), but there are usually three or four words in one of his sentences that we understand.


His favorite foods are pancakes and pizza. He still really likes fruit, though which kinds of fruit changes from minute to minute. Over all, he's not big into eating, but we've quit caring. He won't eat at a table by himself, and he spends almost every dinner sitting in my lap while I try to eat around him. He still prefers that I feed him his food, even though he can do it himself.