So I now have an almost 1 1/2 year old … he has formed opinions, can communicate with me what he wants, and can pretty much physically do what he wishes to entertain himself. the independence I have seen in the last 2 months is remarkable. He has become such a little “guy”, and I am really amazed at how strong his personality has come on. He makes me laugh regularly. He loves his bubee (brother) and sister so much. I can’t wear dresses anymore because he clings to them and pulls me around like a ragdoll. He brings me shoes that he wants to wear (bubees old blinkie tennis shoes). He asks for cacas (crackers) and coocs (cookies) and sings E-I-E-I-OOOOO regardless of the song that is on the radio.
When it was raining the past few days, whenever I put his raincoat on him, he knew it was time to leave. He would grab the babies (as we don’t go anywhere without both, yes both, of them) open the drawer and get out “his” keys (they are actually the keys to my grandmothers house built in the 1920’s – the giant old long keys – very cool) stick in a paci, and say BYE-BYE. He is ready. I think he actually might be more organized than I am lately.
Anyway, here’s my baby. My toddler. My little man. Thought I’d share.
I just love him.