13 Months

On Sunday, Finwe will be 13 months of age. Time has certainly passed quickly as it appears to do with children. A friend of mine once said, "The days are slow, but the years pass quickly." She may have been quoting someone else. It is a true saying when it comes to children.

Finwe is such a happy boy. If he fusses, it is because he is hurt, tired, or hungry. Sometimes it is because Phill is changing his diaper, but that rarely happens.

His trademark lately is his scream of delight. This boy can scream. It is a high-pitched shriek, much like that of an eagle, but drawn out longer. One day, when my mother was visiting, all he day was walk around the house screaming. All day.
Finwe is also always on the move. If he isn't eating or sleeping, he's walking and sometimes running around the house. He chases Inwe. He chases Larien. He chases White Dragon. Last night we were having pizza at the MaddJones' house; he chased their two dogs (who are wonderful around children).

He's trying to color. He's trying to put blocks together. He tries to climb on everything. He attempts to open the refrigerator. He'll succeed one day. I'm sure there will be a mess--much like the crayons he dumped on the floor a few days ago.