Stanley- One Year Old

Stanley is huge. Then again, he's always been huge.
He's a very sweet tempered boy, and has the temperment of his Uncle Kurt (known by the Biem kids as "Peepoh" for unknown reasons).
Lately, Stanley has really been coming in to his own. He adds a new word to his vocabulary every hour or two. Last night I heard him say "down", "train" and many other words for the first time. When he doesn't know the words, he looks at his Mom or Dad and jabbers at them in great earnest trying to communicate, as is he was just hoping to find the right sound. I'm pretty sure he thinks this works, because his parents always end up doing what he wants.
The poor boy seems to have inherited my crazy hair. Last night Katie hadn't combed it down carefully and it was going everywhere, just like mine.
Stanley loves his kitty, a Siamese cat named Kiwi. He chases her around and likes to pet her, but she doesn't appreciate it when he clutches a handful of fur and has scratched him a little on occassion--- not that this bothers Stanley at al. He also loves Mocha, although both kids hate it when Mocha "wags" them and they get his by his huge hairy Golden tail. Last night, Stanley discovered that Mocha loves to play ball. He would go find the ball and hand it to Mocha who, in true Golden Retriever style would take the ball from Stanley very, very gently. Eventually Mocha would forget the ball and leave it somewhere, and Stanley would go get it and bring it to him again. In this way, the effectively played "fetch" in reverse.