Beckett Lucas,
You are now 1.5 years old (as of a week and a half ago). I truly, truly cannot believe it. There are days that I convince myself that you are still a baby, but then I really look at you and realize that you are well on your way to being a little boy. I love that. As much as I have tried to soak in your baby days, they have still passed so quickly. But, I really, really love the little boy you are becoming. I love watching your obsession with balls and your fascination with airplanes and trains. Even though you are becoming a little boy by the day, I think you will always be my baby boy in my heart.
I don't think I could begin to describe all the new things you are doing and have done in the past three months. It has been full of discoveries and newness and learning, and I seriously love it. Your language has begun to really take off in the past month, and you are experimenting more and more with different sounds and words. Hearing you babble and call out the people you see in pictures and say "bye" as people leave makes me smile every time. You are trying to say new things every day it seems, and daddy and I are constantly looking at each other in surprise. I think language development is one of my favorite parts of watching you grow up.
You are on the go, all the time. You are following in your big sister's footsteps and are busy, busy, busy. I wouldn't have it any other way, and I love that you are constantly exploring the world around you, even if it keeps me on my toes! If you aren't running, you are almost always walking super fast. You hardly ever stay in one place for very long, but at the same time, you are great at entertaining yourself. You can play independently pretty well for 10-15 minute stretches sometimes. Your favorite thing to do during that time is throw a ball, run to get it, throw it again, run to get it...repeat over and over and over while you giggle and say "ball!"
{I know this one is blurry...I just loved his little face and his sweet teeth!}
Speaking of balls, you are beginning to recognize not just balls but places where different types of games are played. You went to your first basketball game a couple of weeks ago, and since then, if you see a basketball goal, you immediately say, "ball." You also have a book with Elmo playing baseball, so you now recognize baseball fields as well. You still seem to prefer playing with balls over most other toys, and you have a great arm already. I know I am biased, but other people have also confirmed our suspicion! You have started to like playing with your trains and cars some as well, and you are beginning to be interested in crayons and markers (and not just putting them in your mouth). I find myself wondering often what you will love to do as you grow.
You are still my sweet, sweet boy, but you are definitely becoming more opinionated! You are almost always happy, especially when we are out in public, but at home, you let us know what you want. Particularly with me. You have even thrown yourself on the floor a couple of times when you didn't get exactly what you wanted when you wanted it. Even when you do stuff you aren't supposed to, it's hard to be mad at you because you flash that precious dimpled smile. It gets me every single time.
I love you so much, and words could not explain how blessed I am to be your momma. I thank God every single day for the gift of you and the ways that you have already changed my heart. Your gentleness blesses our whole house, and you really do bring all of us so much joy. I love hearing you and your big sister giggling and playing together. You have been a ray of sunshine since the day you were born, and I pray that you will always bring light wherever you go and in whatever you do. I pray that you would learn to love the Lord early and in deep ways that challenge me. May the Lord bless and keep you, my sweet boy. Happy 18 months, Becks!
I love you to the moon and back!
Your Momma
