Talking: While a lot of what he says still sounds like jibberish, he is saying more and more words all the time. Here is a list: leash, eat, see, let's see, go, truck, happy, Mimi, Pappy, Mama, Dada, cat, hat, hop, cracker, water, Isa, sit, shoes, milk, yuck, ouch, pop, cook, honk, keys, go, Hal, Daisy, hi, bye bye, light. "Light" was his first word- and was my first word too.
Eating: Picky, picky, I tell ya. Some days, we eat well, others we don't. Some favorites are bananas, strawberries, avocado, graham crackers, goldfish, Cheerio's, spaghetti, lettuce, feta cheese, yogurt, oatmeal, pickles, sweet taters, and black beans . . . oh, and of course, Mimi's homemade vanilla icecream.
Wearing: Size 6 shoe, 5/6 diapers, 18-24 month clothing.
Playing: Stacking things, reading books, riding in the cozy coupe, running around the house, climbing up chairs and onto tables, pushing toy cars and trucks, playing with the salad spinner, swinging, sliding, flushing toilets, brushing teeth, cuddling with stuffed animals, watching a little Dinosaur Train or Sesame Street, dancing to the Chicken Dance. Did I mention trucks? We are OBSESSED with trucks right now. For real.
Learning: He can point to his ears, eyes, nose, mouth, tummy, and feet, he can get a bookfrom his book box if you tell him the title, he can understand simple one step directions, he can buckle himself into his high chair, he can identify lots of pictures in his word dictionary. He can point to his shirt or pants, or pj's. We're going to start Charles Dicken's Great Expectations next week and begin long division. ;) Really, I think my youngin' is bright. All this documentation is the teacher in me.
But documentation is good because it shows us where we've been and how we were feeling at a certain time and place. I am thankful for the moments kept in writing here on my blog. Reading them always brings a smile to my face and reminds me of how blessed I am. Tonight I went down to check on him and found him sound asleep. I could literally feel my heart skip a beat as I watched him I breathe so softly with his little arms wrapped ever so tightly around Mr. Giraffe. It took all of my willpower (and knowing you absolutely don't wake a sleeping baby) not to wake him so we could play and talk. That will have to wait until the morning . . . I don't know if I can wait that long.
Happy 18 months to our Little Ray of Sunshine. We love love love you!
Swimmy Swimmy Little
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