In his forty-sixth week, Xander is: slamming back the finger foods (he loves diced bananas, avocados, pears, and sweet potatoes); champing out on drinking from a big boy sippy cup; standing unassisted for closer to the minute side of seconds; protesting with cries, grunts, and reaches when he’s got his sights set on something he wants; doing the sign for “more”; and dearly loving the stack of books read to him before nap and bed time.
