In three months, you will turn 2.
This time last year you were thinking about weaning and, repeating lots of sounds, and trying your hardest to say some real words. Still such a little baby!
Now you are SUCH a boy. Running, shouting, throwing, more shouting, more running, and so on. You love to play and talk and, oh, you are just so much FUN. And so EXHAUSTING. But in a really good way.
Sleep has been interesting this month. You still do quite well, but you fight going down for the night pretty consistently when I do bedtime. When Dada does bedtime, however, you have no problems at all. You’re starting to wake up a bit earlier, and for the last couple weeks you just shout “MAMADADDY!” from your bed until we come and get you. I’m hoping that’s a phase. I’ve found putting books in your bed so you have something to look at when you wake up helps a bit.
People keep asking me if we’ve moved you to a big boy bed yet. You have shown zero interest in climbing out of your crib, so we’ll keep you there for the time being. I can’t imagine what kind of mess you’re going to make in your room once we make that transition. Eesh.
You talk constantly. Constantly. You’ve even tried out words like “motorcycle”, “elevator”, and “hippopotamus”. It’s very cute. You also seem to understand about 95 percent of what we say, and sometimes you can carry out multiple instructions. For example, I can say, “Please go put your cup in the sink and bring me your shoes,” and off you go. Little things like that make us so proud of you — you’re quite smart and (usually) a good listener.
Temper tantrums are more frequent, as to be expected.* A new (and not very attractive, if I’m being honest) habit is to actually stomp your feet (like you’re running in place) while you scream. It actually looks pretty funny. It also never works, so you might as well drop it.
We’re still working on the concept of timeout. I think you’re starting to get it. You sometimes say the word to me after I tell you not to do something. We’re also working on apologizing, particularly when you throw food on the floor — food that your father has lovingly prepared. The other night, you threw most of your meal off of your plate, and I had you go into the kitchen and apologize to your Dada. There was actual looking at the floor and scuffing of feet as you made your way in.
You’re starting to be much more interested in other people, including your grandmothers and our friends. You particularly like calling people on the phone. Just this weekend you asked to call Gamma and “your Su-Su” aka our friend Susan who you had seen the night before. It’s fun for us to see you connecting with the people in your life, having your own little “things” with them. And it’s nice to see how much our friends and family love you.
Although, can you really blame them? You’re the tops!
*After writing this, your father and I endured the most epic temper tantrum we’ve ever seen. Dude, what the mess? Can we not do that again? Also, we still love you, despite the fact that you spent the last 96 minutes screaming at us.