What the…? What is happening? How are you A YEAR AND A HALF old? This unacceptable, young man, and you just wait until your father gets home.
Now I will gush.
So, yes, my sweet boy, you are 18 months old today. That means in six months you will be two years old. And I will be dead because my head will explode with the absurdity of that.
You are…oh, just so incredible right now. While I loved it when you were a tiny baby, this stage of your life (our lives, really) is the most fun I have ever had.
You talk constantly — some babbling, some actual words. Here’s what our days usually sound like (and please imagine these all said in an extremely high-pitched voice, even though when you babble, you take things down a few octaves):
Cracker? Milk? Mama? Dada? MY Dada? Shoot-ah? Wawa? Bath? Heddo? Na-night? Teeeeeeth? Soap? Wash? Ross? Watch? Peeeeeeease? Ah-side? Walk? Car? Dog? Na-night? Ca-poot-ah? All gone? Down? Up?
You’ve recently realized that saying “more” isn’t always specific enough and started tacking on nouns to that from time to time. Usually it’s “more cracker?”
Speaking of food, we’ve had a couple days lately where you’ve been willing to try new things. You ate a ton of watermelon on Mother’s Day (with strawberries mixed in without your knowledge), and you scarfed down a ton of sausage the other night. You even tried some asparagus, which you promptly spit out, but, hey, trying counts for something.
School is still going well. You’re napping better there (but you still won’t give them the solid three hours that you do at home — thanks for that, by the way). It seems like you and the kids in your class are getting to be more interested in playing together. See?
You love coloring these days (although your word for it sounds very much like your word for “cracker” which is sometimes frustrating). You’re getting better at holding the crayon and pushing down so you can make a mark. Pink seems to be your favorite right now. Your Aunt Stephanie will be pleased.
Recently you’ve developed a fascination with hiding things. You enjoy hiding your shoes (usually right before we need to go somewhere) and putting your toy cars into your dad’s mixing bowls stacked on the island in the kitchen. While it can be frustrating, it’s pretty cute after you tuck something away because you lift up your hands and make a face that seems to say “Where did it go?”
You’ve also gotten to be more cuddly. We were in the store today and you started getting fussy. When I turned to you, you reached up and said “Cuddah?” I bent down and nuzzled you a bit and you snuggled right into my neck. We sat like that for a few seconds and then you were fine for the rest of the trip. It’s exciting that you’re getting better at communicating what you need or want from me. In fact, last Friday, I was doing some unexpected work on the computer while you were playing. You kept coming up to me and fussing, but I had to finish what I was working on. Finally you toddled up and said “Mama? All done?” I can take a hint.
This month we took our first solo family “vacation” together. Actually it was just a weekend trip to Blacksburg, but this was the first time we’ve headed out of town without your Mamaw and Papaw to help out. We shared one room at the hotel, and despite a brief scream-fest that first night, you did very well.
We went to Blacksburg so you could see your first Hokie football game — they play their Spring Game every April, and it’s free to get in, so we figured it made sense to try things out then. Even though the game took place right in the middle of your nap time, you held it together. We only stayed an hour, and you were more interested in the cranberries we had brought to snack on (which you haven’t eaten since), but overall, it was a success.
We tried to get you to say “Touch down!” during the game, but you were too distracted. However, as we walked out of the stadium, passing other Tech fans, you enthusiastically threw your hands up in the air, hollering “TAHHHHH DOOOOOWN,” charming the pants off of everyone you passed. As usual.
My boy, I must say, it’s been a pleasure being your Mama these past 18 months. I can’t wait to see how you continue to grow and change into a little man.
But don’t change too fast, ok? I don’t think my heart can take it.