Little Man is a dancing (and singing) fool!
And Little Man's mama has been a major slacker with this blog. I'll have to give an update later today or tomorrow on all the happenings in my life. Lots going on... this mom is glad the year is almost done!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Two Years Ago, on Black Friday...
I found out I was pregnant. Time sure does fly. Now I have an amazing 15-month-old son who is the light of my life. Then, just a week later, Dude's beloved Cavalier King Charles Spaniel died--on my mom and brother's birthday. What a roller coaster of emotion that time was. Here we were, overjoyed to be expecting our first child, and a beloved pet dies. Even though she was 15, it was hard. And we didn't want to say anything to our families that early (at only 4 weeks along) so we waited until I was 8 weeks. A bit early, but I felt that if anything happened I'd want my family to know. So why not share?
Last year, on Black Friday, I slept as much as possible because Dude was home with me to share the burden of caring for a 3-month-old who still wasn't sleeping through the night (and that took time). I didn't go out, that I recall. I just remember being TIRED. Actually, I'm pretty tired today. But my sleep issues have nothing to do with Little Man.
So this past Friday, we actually WENT OUT. We stopped by my parents' house. We ran some errands. And when Little Man fell asleep in the car on the way home, we spontaneously decided to head to the outlets that were about a 30 minute drive--so he'd sleep longer--and if it was too busy, we'd head back. But by 4:30 pm, the crowds must have slowed down a bit. So we hit up Carter's and Stride Rite and got a few basics for the boy. His first pair of real sneakers (which he likes better than the leather shoes we got him) and a few pairs of pants and shirts in 24 month size. They're a bit big, but the 18 month stuff is a bit tight. He's right in the middle... almost out of one and almost in the other. But spending the little money we have on our son is worth it. Plus he needs clothes, right?
Maybe next year, on Black Friday, this mom can buy herself something nice. Here's to a better year ahead and perhaps a better economy and better jobs for my entire family.
Last year, on Black Friday, I slept as much as possible because Dude was home with me to share the burden of caring for a 3-month-old who still wasn't sleeping through the night (and that took time). I didn't go out, that I recall. I just remember being TIRED. Actually, I'm pretty tired today. But my sleep issues have nothing to do with Little Man.
So this past Friday, we actually WENT OUT. We stopped by my parents' house. We ran some errands. And when Little Man fell asleep in the car on the way home, we spontaneously decided to head to the outlets that were about a 30 minute drive--so he'd sleep longer--and if it was too busy, we'd head back. But by 4:30 pm, the crowds must have slowed down a bit. So we hit up Carter's and Stride Rite and got a few basics for the boy. His first pair of real sneakers (which he likes better than the leather shoes we got him) and a few pairs of pants and shirts in 24 month size. They're a bit big, but the 18 month stuff is a bit tight. He's right in the middle... almost out of one and almost in the other. But spending the little money we have on our son is worth it. Plus he needs clothes, right?
Maybe next year, on Black Friday, this mom can buy herself something nice. Here's to a better year ahead and perhaps a better economy and better jobs for my entire family.
Friday, November 19, 2010
15 Months and...
Little Man is WALKING!!!!
They day before he turned 15 months, last Saturday, he just up and walked at my in-laws' apartment. We were there for my 3-year-old niece's birthday party and he started walking about an hour before they arrived. I was so excited. My baby was walking! Of course Dude's brother was a "Debbie Downer" and was like oh don't get excited because it's more work. I didn't know him when their oldest child started walking but I want to ask someone if he was excited. But he doesn't seem the gushy type to me. Oh well, not everyone can be exuberant, right?
Here's video from the Monday after Little Man started walking, taken at my office.
On Tuesday, Little Man had his 15 month well visit and it went quite... well. lol
Weight: 26 lb 9 oz (75th percentile, down from 90th)
Height: 32.5 inches (90th percentile)
Little Man is meeting all his milestones and is, thankfully, healthy. He does still have a bit of that umbilical hernia, but our pediatrician told Dude and I that some children have this until age 4 and not to worry. We only asked because his belly button is an odd looking outie and we weren't sure if it was just an outie or something else. And I have to say that we were glad to say he was walking. Both of us were a bit concerned that he wasn't just days before even though we knew that we were late walkers ourselves.
I don't know why we get stuck on "milestones" but I think parents inevitably do. I like Babycenter's chart the best. Little Man is ahead on some, on time with others and behind on a few. So that means he's probably average overall with development and that's fine with me. Though his word count is far ahead of what they think a 15-month-old should say. He's up to almost 40!
Here's the updated list. I may have forgotten a few, so it could be more (also a favorite word of his).
Other stats:
I have to say, this is such a fun age. The only thing I'm not liking is the temper tantrums. But I guess it comes with the territory, right?
They day before he turned 15 months, last Saturday, he just up and walked at my in-laws' apartment. We were there for my 3-year-old niece's birthday party and he started walking about an hour before they arrived. I was so excited. My baby was walking! Of course Dude's brother was a "Debbie Downer" and was like oh don't get excited because it's more work. I didn't know him when their oldest child started walking but I want to ask someone if he was excited. But he doesn't seem the gushy type to me. Oh well, not everyone can be exuberant, right?
Here's video from the Monday after Little Man started walking, taken at my office.
On Tuesday, Little Man had his 15 month well visit and it went quite... well. lol
Weight: 26 lb 9 oz (75th percentile, down from 90th)
Height: 32.5 inches (90th percentile)
Little Man is meeting all his milestones and is, thankfully, healthy. He does still have a bit of that umbilical hernia, but our pediatrician told Dude and I that some children have this until age 4 and not to worry. We only asked because his belly button is an odd looking outie and we weren't sure if it was just an outie or something else. And I have to say that we were glad to say he was walking. Both of us were a bit concerned that he wasn't just days before even though we knew that we were late walkers ourselves.
I don't know why we get stuck on "milestones" but I think parents inevitably do. I like Babycenter's chart the best. Little Man is ahead on some, on time with others and behind on a few. So that means he's probably average overall with development and that's fine with me. Though his word count is far ahead of what they think a 15-month-old should say. He's up to almost 40!
Here's the updated list. I may have forgotten a few, so it could be more (also a favorite word of his).
- Mama
- Dada
- Nana (for both my MIL and my coworker, Ana)
- Da Daw (the dog)
- Moo (cow)
- Baa (sheep)
- Dibbit (ribbit for frog)
- Up
- Down
- Dis (This)
- Dat (That)
- Ah Dun (all done)
- Mahr (more)
- Duck Duck (ducks)
- Donnuh Duck (Donald Duck)
- Lala (Elmo)
- Hola
- Agua
- Baba (bottle)
- Na Nok (he bangs on doors and says knock knock)
- No
- Hello
- Nap Nap (why twice, I don't know, but that's for nap)
- Bir (Bird)
- 25. Uh-oh
- Kuh (cup)
- Snack (sounds more like sna)
- Key (Mickey Mouse or Cookie Monster)
- Ma-la-lay (Marmalade, one of my brother's dogs)
- Buh (Book)
- Puh (Puffs)
- Mill (Milk)
- Meema (the name for my MIL's sister)
- Papa (for my FIL)
- Bubba (Other babies)
- Mew (for cats, meowing)
- Door
- Wubba Wubba (Does that count? It's for Grover!)
Other stats:
- Eye Color: Hazel. They turn greenish gray when he wears green and a brownish gray at other times.
- Hair: He's getting more, but it's still quite fine. The color is a dark blonde.
- Diaper Size: Still a 4, and generally Huggies
- Clothing: Mostly the 18 month outfits, but some 24 month
- Shoes: The few he has are in 12-18 month (Robeez) or 5.5 Wide (Stride Rite)
- Sippy Cups: He prefers the Nuby Flip-n-Sip
- Bottles: Unfortunately yes, for milk. And he won't hold them himself.
- Utensils: He likes to try to feed himself with sporks and spoons.
- Favorite Toy: Still his Fisher Price Laugh & Learn Learning Home
- Best Friend: Our dog, who he tries to play with all the time!
I have to say, this is such a fun age. The only thing I'm not liking is the temper tantrums. But I guess it comes with the territory, right?
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Family
I don't know if all parents discover children's music, but thanks to Nick Jr., I've been introduced to the (IMO) genius of Laurie Berkner. Not only does Little Man absolutely adore her music (he "dances" to "I'm Gonna Catch You" and "Five Days Old") but so do I. And my favorite song is "My Family" even though I often feel pangs of regret when sisters and brothers are mentioned. But overall the song is wonderful, and the line I bolded resonates.
F-A-M-I-L-Y
F-A-M-I-L-Y
F-A-M-I-L-Y
Family!
When you’re in my heart, you’re in my family,
When I’m in your heart, I’m in your family.
When you’re in my heart, you’re in my family,
When I’m in your heart, I’m in your family!
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers,
Cousins, friends, sons and daughters,
Uncles, aunts, and grandparents
I’m so glad you’re my family!
Oh, I’m so glad you’re my family.
I’m so glad you’re my family
I’m so glad you’re my family
I’m so glad you’re my family.
Even if you’re far away
or if I see your every day
when you’re in my heart to stay
You’re my family!
When you’re in my heart, you’re in my family
When I’m in your heart, I’m in your family.
When you’re in my heart, you’re in my family
When I’m in your heart, I’m in your family.
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers,
Cousins, friends, sons and daughters,
Uncles, aunts, and grandparents
I’m so glad you’re my family!
Oh, I’m so glad you’re my family.
I’m so glad you’re my family
I’m so glad you’re my family
I’m so glad you’re my family.
F-A-M-I-L-Y
F-A-M-I-L-Y
F-A-M-I-L-Y
Family!
Oh, I’m so glad!
I have several friends who I consider to be my family, because we're in each others' hearts. And I am so grateful that by marrying Dude, I have a wonderfully supportive family. It's like I have sisters, even though I don't see one of them too often, and I never realized I wanted that.
My sister-in-law, S, lives only 6 miles away so I see her more often than my other SIL, C. Because of that geographic closeness, I know her better and I think she knows me better too. She is such a lovely woman. S has helped me out by running to the store for me (when Little Man was a newborn) or fielded panicked phone calls. When Little Man was diagnosed with Torticollis and Brachycephaly, I had a breakdown and was home alone—she came right over.
My sister-in-law, C, is an awesome person, too. I wish we lived closer and were able to see each other more often. When I initially tried breastfeeding Little Man, C was almost 9 months along with her fourth (my niece who is 6 weeks younger than Little Man) and she went above and beyond the call of duty (by demonstrating) when she tried to help me figure it out. I was actually afraid of disappointing her when I decided to formula feed. And C has such an easy manner with her children. They are kids so they have their moments, but overall they're wonderfully well-behaved and I hope to learn from her example.
I'm less close to my brothers-in-law. I have more in common (interest-wise) with S's husband, J. A love of cartoons and Muppets and other juvenile entertainment. And a shared fondness for the Baby Blues comic strip. But I feel awkward around Dude's older brother (C's husband), M. It's probably more me. But I feel stupid around him. I'm much more comfortable with C. So lately I've found myself trying not to talk to him. That's wrong... I need to get over that. But I'm not sure how.
And I've mentioned that I adore my in-laws. They're great. And Dude's aunt is such a generous woman, who is great with all her grand-nephews and nieces. So I'm lucky. I hit the in-law jackpot. Most people complain about theirs... but not me. Thank goodness!
As for my family, I have mixed emotions. I've mentioned my parents, who are wonderful. And my brother, who is complex. But my extended family is harder to discuss. I love most of them. I no longer have emotional ties to my one male cousin. But I never felt close to my female cousins due to the age difference—I'm 6, 8, 11 and 14 years older than they are. Occasionally I am in touch, through Facebook, with my cousin's on my dad's side. But I seldom, if ever, hear from my cousins on my mom's side. I'm not sure if I want that to change or not. I hate getting hurt and it's easier to be distant than open myself up again to be rejected. And then I think I should be over these fears by now. I'm 40 years old... shouldn't I be past this? But I guess not.
So my family is Dude's and my friends. I'm so grateful that I have mended the one friendship that I almost permanently damaged and I'm doing my best to reconnect with friends that I have neglected due to motherhood and exhaustion. I hope they will accept my mea culpas, especially since they did that to me when their children were younger, but if not I will move on. I need to stop beating myself up for past mistakes. I really do.
F-A-M-I-L-Y
F-A-M-I-L-Y
F-A-M-I-L-Y
Family!
When you’re in my heart, you’re in my family,
When I’m in your heart, I’m in your family.
When you’re in my heart, you’re in my family,
When I’m in your heart, I’m in your family!
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers,
Cousins, friends, sons and daughters,
Uncles, aunts, and grandparents
I’m so glad you’re my family!
Oh, I’m so glad you’re my family.
I’m so glad you’re my family
I’m so glad you’re my family
I’m so glad you’re my family.
Even if you’re far away
or if I see your every day
when you’re in my heart to stay
You’re my family!
When you’re in my heart, you’re in my family
When I’m in your heart, I’m in your family.
When you’re in my heart, you’re in my family
When I’m in your heart, I’m in your family.
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers,
Cousins, friends, sons and daughters,
Uncles, aunts, and grandparents
I’m so glad you’re my family!
Oh, I’m so glad you’re my family.
I’m so glad you’re my family
I’m so glad you’re my family
I’m so glad you’re my family.
F-A-M-I-L-Y
F-A-M-I-L-Y
F-A-M-I-L-Y
Family!
Oh, I’m so glad!
I have several friends who I consider to be my family, because we're in each others' hearts. And I am so grateful that by marrying Dude, I have a wonderfully supportive family. It's like I have sisters, even though I don't see one of them too often, and I never realized I wanted that.
My sister-in-law, S, lives only 6 miles away so I see her more often than my other SIL, C. Because of that geographic closeness, I know her better and I think she knows me better too. She is such a lovely woman. S has helped me out by running to the store for me (when Little Man was a newborn) or fielded panicked phone calls. When Little Man was diagnosed with Torticollis and Brachycephaly, I had a breakdown and was home alone—she came right over.
My sister-in-law, C, is an awesome person, too. I wish we lived closer and were able to see each other more often. When I initially tried breastfeeding Little Man, C was almost 9 months along with her fourth (my niece who is 6 weeks younger than Little Man) and she went above and beyond the call of duty (by demonstrating) when she tried to help me figure it out. I was actually afraid of disappointing her when I decided to formula feed. And C has such an easy manner with her children. They are kids so they have their moments, but overall they're wonderfully well-behaved and I hope to learn from her example.
I'm less close to my brothers-in-law. I have more in common (interest-wise) with S's husband, J. A love of cartoons and Muppets and other juvenile entertainment. And a shared fondness for the Baby Blues comic strip. But I feel awkward around Dude's older brother (C's husband), M. It's probably more me. But I feel stupid around him. I'm much more comfortable with C. So lately I've found myself trying not to talk to him. That's wrong... I need to get over that. But I'm not sure how.
And I've mentioned that I adore my in-laws. They're great. And Dude's aunt is such a generous woman, who is great with all her grand-nephews and nieces. So I'm lucky. I hit the in-law jackpot. Most people complain about theirs... but not me. Thank goodness!
As for my family, I have mixed emotions. I've mentioned my parents, who are wonderful. And my brother, who is complex. But my extended family is harder to discuss. I love most of them. I no longer have emotional ties to my one male cousin. But I never felt close to my female cousins due to the age difference—I'm 6, 8, 11 and 14 years older than they are. Occasionally I am in touch, through Facebook, with my cousin's on my dad's side. But I seldom, if ever, hear from my cousins on my mom's side. I'm not sure if I want that to change or not. I hate getting hurt and it's easier to be distant than open myself up again to be rejected. And then I think I should be over these fears by now. I'm 40 years old... shouldn't I be past this? But I guess not.
So my family is Dude's and my friends. I'm so grateful that I have mended the one friendship that I almost permanently damaged and I'm doing my best to reconnect with friends that I have neglected due to motherhood and exhaustion. I hope they will accept my mea culpas, especially since they did that to me when their children were younger, but if not I will move on. I need to stop beating myself up for past mistakes. I really do.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Toddler Temper Tantrums
Who knew it started so early—at 14 months? But it does. Oh, boy. Little Man will literally throw himself on the floor and scream if he doesn't get his way. And there really isn't a good way to reason with a toddler (even if mine isn't walking yet). They don't understand. While Little Man understands much more than he says, he doesn't understand that touching mommy's computer at work isn't a good thing.
I actually wish I made a better salary so I could enroll Little Man in daycare. The first year, bringing him to work with me was great. He slept a lot and I had my baby with me. I was with him. What could be better?
But now I realize he needs more socialization and would benefit from an environment that is structured around children. Not that I think he'd nap better. I actually would be worried he wouldn't. But he likes company when he plays. And most of his tantrums are because I'm sitting at my desk, trying to work, and he wants me sitting on the floor with him while he plays with his toys. He's quite social and I think would benefit from being around other toddlers.
However that's not happening any time soon. There's a lot of transition in our lives right now and no major changes, except for one that we've been discussing, will happen before next Spring. So for now I'm just going to have to "Make it Work" (as Tim Gunn would say) and hope for the best.
I actually wish I made a better salary so I could enroll Little Man in daycare. The first year, bringing him to work with me was great. He slept a lot and I had my baby with me. I was with him. What could be better?
But now I realize he needs more socialization and would benefit from an environment that is structured around children. Not that I think he'd nap better. I actually would be worried he wouldn't. But he likes company when he plays. And most of his tantrums are because I'm sitting at my desk, trying to work, and he wants me sitting on the floor with him while he plays with his toys. He's quite social and I think would benefit from being around other toddlers.
However that's not happening any time soon. There's a lot of transition in our lives right now and no major changes, except for one that we've been discussing, will happen before next Spring. So for now I'm just going to have to "Make it Work" (as Tim Gunn would say) and hope for the best.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
So about bullying
While this blog started out as a place for me to write about my thoughts on motherhood and my experiences with my only child, it's also about ME (lately several posts have been unrelated to being a mom). Bullying has been a big thing in the news lately. Today people are wearing purple in support of bullying (I guess purple because the LGBT community chose the color as a symbol and that boy from Rutgers was Gay). But bullying is not necessarily a "Gay" thing.
I barely remember a time when I wasn't teased and tormented. Perhaps not the first 5 years of my life, but I remember DREADING going to school when I was only 7 or 8 years old. The people who lived in my neighborhood were just cruel. The other children called me Cheese. Seriously. Cheese. Why? Because this girl who lived down the block from me, Alyssa, ate cheese on the bus and because she cried. She was Cheese 1 and I was Cheese 2. Then she moved away (good for her!) and I was the lone target of the bullies in our neighborhood.
The girls next door were a few years older. I remember they asked me to play hospital with them. I was SO excited. They wanted me to play. So I went over and they had me lie on the picnic bench like it was a table. They wrapped me in bandages. And then they poked sewing needles in my arms. I was only 8.
I was told I was ugly. I was told that nobody liked me. In the Winter, I was pelted by ice balls. In the Spring, I was shoved down into puddles. There was a school bus stop just across the street from my house, but I walked to the other bus to be with my friends Michelle and Jennifer as support. I remember in 6th grade that this boy, Russell was his name, had a big party and he invited ALL the kids—except for me and a few others, who were all my friends. I did have friends, but we were the misfits. It hurt so badly. And I don't remember ever telling my parents what was going on. Or if I did, I may not have told them everything. I'm not sure why.
Middle School was better. I made more friends as the 5 elementary schools in our town combined. So for two years (7th and 8th grade) I was happier. I met my best friend there and we're still friends today, 27 years later. But of course that didn't last and I went to high school, losing many of my friends since we had a regional district and most of the girls I liked went to the other high school. Great.
High School SUCKED the first two years, since the bullies who had tormented me were older and still there. I remember three of them flicking cigarette ashes in my hair on the school bus home (the bus driver was no help, they never are) and I ran screaming off the bus to my BFF's bus (she lived in another area of town) and went home to her house. That time I told my mom, who then told the other girls' moms what they had done. They never physically hurt me again, but the emotional abuse was torture.
So for years I was told I was ugly and undesirable. I believed it. So I never dated in high school and only barely dated in college. I gave a weak attempt at suicide when I was 16 (downed most of an aspirin bottle). Thankfully it didn't work. But I'm not going to give a "bio" of my life here. It will be too long. But it did get better. I made friends. I found my niche when I went to Hofstra. But I still felt inadequate. And I didn't have serious relationships and I sabotaged the ones I did have. My self-esteem was shot. And when I turned 30, I was clinically depressed. Thank goodness for therapy and my dog Casey. Seriously, both of them helped turn things around.
So there are reasons I didn't meet Dude until I was 36. I really didn't date seriously until I was 34... I had no faith in myself. And even today, I often feel like I don't deserve to be happy.
Bullying affects your life. And sometimes you're just bullied for being sensitive. Bullies like to make people cry.
If there is one thing I hope to do with my son, it's to teach him NOT to be a bully. It's to teach him to treat others with respect. And to tell me or his father if he's being bullied, so we can figure out ways to combat it. I pray he's not treated like I was. I started out like he did. All smiles and friendly. And while I'm still outgoing, there is always a knot in my stomach when I talk to new people. I don't want Little Man to have that knot.
There will always be mean people, but I do hope things can get better. At the very least, all the news on bullying have brought this problem out in the open. And perhaps as my son gets older, there will be more ways to combat it.
I barely remember a time when I wasn't teased and tormented. Perhaps not the first 5 years of my life, but I remember DREADING going to school when I was only 7 or 8 years old. The people who lived in my neighborhood were just cruel. The other children called me Cheese. Seriously. Cheese. Why? Because this girl who lived down the block from me, Alyssa, ate cheese on the bus and because she cried. She was Cheese 1 and I was Cheese 2. Then she moved away (good for her!) and I was the lone target of the bullies in our neighborhood.
The girls next door were a few years older. I remember they asked me to play hospital with them. I was SO excited. They wanted me to play. So I went over and they had me lie on the picnic bench like it was a table. They wrapped me in bandages. And then they poked sewing needles in my arms. I was only 8.
I was told I was ugly. I was told that nobody liked me. In the Winter, I was pelted by ice balls. In the Spring, I was shoved down into puddles. There was a school bus stop just across the street from my house, but I walked to the other bus to be with my friends Michelle and Jennifer as support. I remember in 6th grade that this boy, Russell was his name, had a big party and he invited ALL the kids—except for me and a few others, who were all my friends. I did have friends, but we were the misfits. It hurt so badly. And I don't remember ever telling my parents what was going on. Or if I did, I may not have told them everything. I'm not sure why.
Middle School was better. I made more friends as the 5 elementary schools in our town combined. So for two years (7th and 8th grade) I was happier. I met my best friend there and we're still friends today, 27 years later. But of course that didn't last and I went to high school, losing many of my friends since we had a regional district and most of the girls I liked went to the other high school. Great.
High School SUCKED the first two years, since the bullies who had tormented me were older and still there. I remember three of them flicking cigarette ashes in my hair on the school bus home (the bus driver was no help, they never are) and I ran screaming off the bus to my BFF's bus (she lived in another area of town) and went home to her house. That time I told my mom, who then told the other girls' moms what they had done. They never physically hurt me again, but the emotional abuse was torture.
So for years I was told I was ugly and undesirable. I believed it. So I never dated in high school and only barely dated in college. I gave a weak attempt at suicide when I was 16 (downed most of an aspirin bottle). Thankfully it didn't work. But I'm not going to give a "bio" of my life here. It will be too long. But it did get better. I made friends. I found my niche when I went to Hofstra. But I still felt inadequate. And I didn't have serious relationships and I sabotaged the ones I did have. My self-esteem was shot. And when I turned 30, I was clinically depressed. Thank goodness for therapy and my dog Casey. Seriously, both of them helped turn things around.
So there are reasons I didn't meet Dude until I was 36. I really didn't date seriously until I was 34... I had no faith in myself. And even today, I often feel like I don't deserve to be happy.
Bullying affects your life. And sometimes you're just bullied for being sensitive. Bullies like to make people cry.
If there is one thing I hope to do with my son, it's to teach him NOT to be a bully. It's to teach him to treat others with respect. And to tell me or his father if he's being bullied, so we can figure out ways to combat it. I pray he's not treated like I was. I started out like he did. All smiles and friendly. And while I'm still outgoing, there is always a knot in my stomach when I talk to new people. I don't want Little Man to have that knot.
There will always be mean people, but I do hope things can get better. At the very least, all the news on bullying have brought this problem out in the open. And perhaps as my son gets older, there will be more ways to combat it.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
14 Months
The other day when I wrote about my friendship ending, Little Man turned 14 months old. I'm not taking photos each month like I did the first year—though I still take quite a lot of pics—so I decided to share a bit of what he's doing now, as an "almost-toddler." I say "almost" because he's NOT walking yet. Yeah, I realize he's not behind per se (especially as I didn't walk until 17 months and Dude was about 18 months) but when we go to gymnastics class at the Y and all the others are walking (and, yes, they're older), I feel like something is wrong.
But he does talk. Sort of. At least Dude and I and people close to Little Man understand him. He can say:
I may edit this list as I think of other words. I want to be sure to remember this... since I forget things so quickly.
Little Man also got his 7th tooth on Thursday (bottom left lateral incisor finally broke through). He hadn't cut a bottom tooth since he was 6 months old! No molars yet, but you can see where they will eventually erupt. And I guess tooth #8 will show up soon (the other bottom lateral). He eats pretty well, but I still worry if he's getting enough protein. He loves his carbs.
In other stats, he's still in size 4 diapers and he's wearing 18 month clothing—unless it's cut small, like Polo or BabyGap for shirts. His torso is still longer than his legs. I'm not sure when or if that will change. Most of his wardrobe is from Carter's, which I find fits him quite well. But Gap and Old Navy has some really cute stuff.
So my baby is becoming more and more of a boy. 14 months... wow.
But he does talk. Sort of. At least Dude and I and people close to Little Man understand him. He can say:
- UpDown (he knows what UP and DOWN means and says them both, but likes to say it as one word)
- Mama
- Dada (though Dude thinks he doesn't say it or know who he is)
- Nana
- Daw (Dog)
- Duck
- Don Duck (Donald Duck)
- Maa (for Moo and Cow)
- Ah Dun (All Done)
- Dat (That)
- Baba (Bottle)
- Ah-wah (Agua, from my Dominican coworker who adores Little Man)
- Hola (He says it in Spanish but no Hello yet)
- Hah Daw (Hot Dog from the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse)
I may edit this list as I think of other words. I want to be sure to remember this... since I forget things so quickly.
Little Man also got his 7th tooth on Thursday (bottom left lateral incisor finally broke through). He hadn't cut a bottom tooth since he was 6 months old! No molars yet, but you can see where they will eventually erupt. And I guess tooth #8 will show up soon (the other bottom lateral). He eats pretty well, but I still worry if he's getting enough protein. He loves his carbs.
In other stats, he's still in size 4 diapers and he's wearing 18 month clothing—unless it's cut small, like Polo or BabyGap for shirts. His torso is still longer than his legs. I'm not sure when or if that will change. Most of his wardrobe is from Carter's, which I find fits him quite well. But Gap and Old Navy has some really cute stuff.
So my baby is becoming more and more of a boy. 14 months... wow.
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