This little boy is simultaneously so funny and so aggravating! One minute he will be running around and having fun, and two minutes later he'll be rolling on the ground throwing a tantrum. He is still just as opinionated as ever, but he's also growing and learning and it is so much fun to watch.
Developmentally he's doing great. For a while I was worried about his speech, since his dad didn't talk until age four, but especially in the last month I'm discovering that he's trying to say things. It really blossomed after both sets of grandparents visited in February, and with each visit I also learned a lot about how to catch on to things he says that mimic actual words. Over Christmas Gma S taught him "uh oh", and since then he's learned "oh no", "mah" (meow), "cack" (quack), "up", "app" (apple), "cah" (car), "ko" (coat), "hi" (or an ultra-squealy version of it, apparently I have a high voice inflection when I say hi to him), and "buh bye" (said only when he feels like it). And last night I think he tried to say "all gone" after he finished his grapes.
He loves to help me with certain chores. When I put clothes in the dryer, I'll drop them down onto the dryer door and he shoves them inside. His current favorite is the dishwasher. He loves to help me unload it, putting the tupperware and his plates and bowls away, and handing the rest to me if he doesn't know where it goes. Lately he's been learning that sometimes we put things inside the dishwasher too, which usually means that when I'm loading dirty dishes he takes all his clean bowls and plates out of his drawer and stuffs them inside too. Its a great lesson to me in patience--they're just bowls and plates, and if they get dirty again then they can be washed again.
It's also super interesting to watch him pick up on stuff that I do every day without thinking about it. He was in the bathroom with me yesterday while I brushed my hair out, and when I put the brush on the counter he picked it up and rubbed it on his head. I found his little baby hairbrush and he refused to let go of it (and so it went to the library with us too). This morning I was putting in my contacts and trying to keep him away from the case, when I caught him sticking a finger in the case and then poking that same finger into one of his scrunched-up eyes. A few days ago he somehow got a hold of Husband Man's thumbdrive, and he took it right over to the computer and was trying to put it in the usb port.
He still loves to run around, and he is all boy for sure. We've managed to get to the park a few times in between winter weather, and he has figured out how to go down the big twisty slide by himself. He always starts with the slides and then begs me to push him on the swings, and I get tired of pushing him long before he gets tired of swinging. We've started volunteering at the YMCA for a free membership, and the nursery has a ball pit that he absolutely adores. He jumps around in it and throws himself into the balls and yells with joy! Then we usually go play in the pool after volunteering, and he has no fear of the water. He splashes and plays and sometimes will beg me to carry him out into the deeper water, where I drag him around and he kicks his feet and makes happy noises until my arms are tired. He hates putting his head back in the water, but mean old mommy makes him try it anyways.
Books are still a favorite, and our library has a small section of board books. He doesn't seem to be very good at branching out to new material unless it has a specific draw (like flaps or touchy-feely stuff) but my SIL says that's a developmental thing. Husband Man and I have been sick of almost every board book we own as GB rotates through which books are his favorites (ie the books we end up reading multiple times a day for a week). He rotates through his toys, too, so even though he has so many he'll find a forgotten one in the corner of his toybox and play with it like he's never seen it before. He also likes the basic matching puzzles; he has already figured out the matching aspect of it and is quickly getting better at working the piece into the space. Sometimes he gets lazy and just sets the piece over the spot, without bothering to put it in properly.
Lately he's been throwing tantrums-- throwing himself dramatically
onto furniture or the floor, rolling around, tossing toys as hard as he
can, crying, yelling, kicking feet... Yeah. Our tantrum patience wears
thin, and he ends up in his room. Sometimes his tantrums make me laugh,
because they're just so ridiculous! And he always has to have a tantrum
about a quarter to five, every day. That's usually when I'm in the
kitchen cutting up stuff for dinner and he decides he has to be held
RIGHT. NOW. or else. I think maybe he just wants to see what I'm doing,
but it's hard when your kitchen is tiny and you're wielding sharp
knives. Sorry kid.
He's opinionated, noisy, fast, and adorable... but this is nothing new to us! We are so grateful to have him in our family!
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