Here’s a highlight reel of everything he’s filmed so far. Yes, he knows which button to press.

Here are a few scraps of what I’ve managed to film myself.

A tour of apartment and its many fine appointments including a toddler who wants the camera.

Temporarily fascinated that he can walk on ramps before he goes for the camera.

Strong enough to go over a bench, not smart enough to go around it.

It’s still something new every day–a new word or a new mannerism, the realization that he can climb stairs, walking on the sidewalk outside of the stroller. He’s adorable and humbling.

Very first birthday. In case Stephen’s been missing all of the hints he’s been tossing his way, Jim made a special cake.

Cake. Exhausting.

The next day, sugar hangover at the golf course.

With Bill and Kelly at the zoo.

He’s walking, mostly right into us so that he can step on our toes. His newest word is “papacito”, though he says “Bleu kitty”, “NO!”, “Nana”, “Dada”, “Mama”, “bear” and “doo swick sish”. Baby food is out. Fish sticks, chocolate milk and melons are in. He feeds us when he’s done eating. And he can dance. I didn’t know that babies danced.

Enjoy!

He’s not really scared of anything really. We’re all in trouble.

By the way, all of the clothes he’s wearing in these are for an eighteen-month-old.

But you don’t care about that. Here are the pictures.

With Auntie Bethie and Grammie Bonnie.

With mommy.

In the sink.

On the swing.

Completely unsatisfied with bubbles.

Prepare to be destroyed by cuteness.

By next week he should be typing and julienning your carrots.

Stephen’s first definite word was not “mama” or “dada”, but “baby”, which, I hope, bodes nothing, but I’ll be sure to tell his pissed of girlfriends of tomorrow in case they ever write an autobiography. Would be funnier if it was “Stephen”, but we work with what we have.

He continues to grow, fitting into clothes just two months ago I would have thought were for the Juniors section at Field’s. He’s in that rolling stage, so well illustrated in this video (not Stephen-Stephen is much bigger than that).

Here he is taking a bath.

Roly-poly as heck.

More pictures:

Bonnie bought that shirt and shorts for him in Hawaii. I nearly died of joy.

With the rubber duckie before he realized it squirts.

Monkey hat! Monkey hat! Monkey hat!

This picture was my mother’s idea, not mine, okay?

But he’s so darn cute.

Here he is under the carrier cover on a very cold day.

Which he doesn’t resent at all.

And here he is with his daddy.