Likes to talk about his friends and teachers from daycare – well, to say their names anyway. EEEEna. Ooooown. Roof. Yiya.
He’s mastered walking (well, “mastered”), and runs pretty well, and sometimes holds his arms close to his body like a T. rex while spinning around in circles. He dances like a cartoon of a hula girl (it’s all in the head and the hips) and still likes to get down and crawl around and pretend to be a baby. He always says “daddeeee! daddeee!” while pretending to be a baby, and it is always hilarious.
Has truly turned into a toddler, with big emotions, fierce desires, and the ability to duck out of the way when I try to redirect him.
He just loves salad spinners.
Points to or pokes himself in the eye while saying “EYE” whenever he wants us to know he sees something. Or, when he points out a dog/bird/bus/truck/horse/something and I say “yeah, that’s a dog! Good eye!” he, again, pokes his chubby little index finger in his eye. “EYE.”
Whenever I say “Oh dear!” I can always expect to hear his little voice cry out “OH! dah” a few seconds later. I die every time.
He is so loooooooong. When I see him lying in his crib I can’t figure out where the baby went – there is no room left in there for a baby.
His baldness has evolved into wispy baby curls that flip up around his ears and on the back of his head. They are perfect.
He loves blowing bubbles, washing his hands, sweeping, vacuuming, and pretending to cook. When you ask him what he is cooking, he always says “NANA.” And it occurs to me while typing this that maybe he would actually like us to cook his bananas for him? Which is not likely to happen. Or maybe he thinks that cooking bananas turns them into banana bread.
He has all of his teeth except for his two year molars. They are like tiny chiclets in his goofy grin.
He beeps his nose every single time he hears a horn. He accidentally set off a car alarm while playing with his Grandma’s friend’s car key, and I have rarely seen him so enraptured.
He loves Elmo. Loves “meelmoo.” So much. He loves Elmo’s songs. And dances. And his Elmo doll that goes to bed with him every night.
He needs a fairly major amount of chillout time every day. We put him in his crib when he is going over the edge and he sits and plays with his little toy house and sea soother and flops around and gets so much benefit from it.
His favorite food is bananas, bananas, always bananas. After that, cheese, buttered toast, lemons, pancakes, yogurt, berries, pineapple. Eggs with spinach. He’s fine with many vegetables as long as they are cooked in butter (DON’T BLAME YOU.) Pasta is rejected unless it has cheese sauce on it.
He says “bah-bah” for “water” and “wuh-wuh” for “bubbles.” I don’t know how he got those backward.
Whenever he sees a bus drive by, he launches into a violent fit of “wheels on the bus” hand gestures, accompanied by a ferociously excited face.
When he starts seeming tired before bedtime, I ask if he wants to take a bath and he always beelines for the bathroom. In the bath, he splashes a bit, but is most interested in letting the water out. “BYEEEEEEE bah-bah.” After bathtime, story time – but when he’s too tired for stories he just pushes the books away and asks for “beah? Meelmoo?” and then toddles off to his room. I’m amazed at this bit of self-regulation, which doesn’t fit with most of my image of him.
He will always be my baby.