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Levi is 18 months old this week and has started going to nursery! Yay! They let me send him a couple weeks early because I taught sharing time this month. He's a bit sad when I drop him off, and then he clings to the nursery leaders; but he always cheers up during snack time. I love to peek at him in there, looking like such a big boy.
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He has discovered the great outdoors. It's his favorite place to be. He screams to go outside whenever his brothers are out there.
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Levi is a screamer! He screams when he's happy, screams when he's sad, screams when his brothers get too close to him while he's eating, screams when Brennan takes a toy away from him, screams when I change his diaper (he doesn't like to hold still). I'm getting a headache just thinking about it. I guess as the 5th kid he has to make sure he's heard. He also talks constantly, and he acts like we should be understanding what he's saying.
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He is a sweetheart. He was never a real snuggly baby. In fact the more tired or sad he was, the more he'd push me away and just want to go to bed. But now, every once in a while, he'll hug me with his head resting on my shoulder. Then he'll pat my back and say "aahhh," and I just want to freeze time and savor it.