Conan turned 18 months old the other day. He is growing up. He’s still in the 90% for height and a little under 75th for weight. He loves cars and trucks and can constantly be heard exclaiming “Big truck!” whenever he spots one. He is talking more and more every day and constantly charming us… when he’s not waking us up at 5 am. Here are the 18 month pictures that I took today:
I really loved this drift wood background, but I just could not get him to look at me and smile there.
Lincoln was a wonderful second shooter today. He helped me make Conan laugh by saying, “Scooby do-be,” but he had a really hard time staying out of the pictures. He kept saying, “But I just want to stand by Conan,” which is not something he would normally want to do. In the end I gave him my phone and asked him to take some pictures and all jealousy was assuaged.