ONE

Our little Sugar Plum is ONE! The kids were expecting him to magically wake up bigger and even thought he might be able to walk today. When he didn't fulfill their expectations, they said "but he's still really cute". Trevor had a fun, but normal day. The only thing out of the ordinary were getting a few new toys (which his siblings played with more than he did) and getting to have brownies after dinner. He seemed to enjoy the brownies, but wasn't overly excited about them. Pretty typical of Trevor- very chill and happy with whatever. I think he enjoyed everyone singing directly to him right before the brownies just as much as eating them.
Trevor is a little mover and into everything, but isn't walking yet. Asher loves to prop him up on a walking toy and escort him around moving anything out of the way and supporting him if needed, but he doesn't ever get up and do it himself. He'd rather just pull himself up on anything he can and pull things down. He favorites the drawer right under the oven where I keep two big skillets. Whenever he is in the kitchen he comes over, pulls them out and bangs them around. He also loves to get anything out of low cupboards that he can and really likes the stick that goes in the sliding glass door to hold it shut.
Trevor's newest trick is to screetch and yell whenever he sees something that he wants. He learned pretty quickly that he gets what he wants when he does that, so I'm trying to teach him not to do it, but its hard with so many other little people around. In the last few weeks its been a problem at church where I can't just let him screech at the top of his voice, so I've either had to find ways to distract him or take him out on walks.
Trevor's first word was "da" for Austin, which he said months ago, but I don't remember when. But just yesterday he said another word- "more". At dinner he made the sign and said it because he wanted me to give him more dinner. He hasn't said it since, preferring just to screech when he wants me to give him more.
Trevor continues to struggle with dry skin and scratching himself as you can see in the pictures. His head has little scratches on it, despite me rubbing him down in thick lotion twice a day. He scratches at his legs and tummy a lot too when I'm changing his diaper or clothes, but he doesn't have many cuts there since I keep him well clothed just to prevent them. (He either wears one piece fleece PJs all day or several layers of pants, shirt, onsie, and extra long songs to keep him from getting his sharp little nails on his skin).
He's a sweet, well-tempered little sweetie and we are so glad he is in our family, although it is bitter-sweet to see him growing so fast.