I love this age. I really do.
If I thought six months was great (which I did), I think 16 months is even better. It's just such a fun time in my life (and Scotty's) since every day, he picks up something new and different. And he's so funny! His little personality is really coming out, and I think he's going to be a bit of a jokester.
With 16 months came the one-nap-a-day schedule, so the fight over naptime has finally, blissfully, ended. We called a truce and decided that he will go down around 11:30, usually after lunch. Or during lunch, which was the case today.
If I thought six months was great (which I did), I think 16 months is even better. It's just such a fun time in my life (and Scotty's) since every day, he picks up something new and different. And he's so funny! His little personality is really coming out, and I think he's going to be a bit of a jokester.
With 16 months came the one-nap-a-day schedule, so the fight over naptime has finally, blissfully, ended. We called a truce and decided that he will go down around 11:30, usually after lunch. Or during lunch, which was the case today.
Passed out Bear
Yes, that is a fork in his left hand. Near his eye.
Mother of Year, right here.
The poor kid was sleep-eating his bananas. Or ba-bas, as he calls them.
(I usually don't miss his sleep window like this, but I wasn't expecting him to literally pass out in the high chair. We hustled it up to bed and he's snoozing away as I type this.)
Anyways, when he's not passing out from sheer exhaustion, he's being down right adorable. And I feel like I can shamelessly brag about that since I know in approximately 4-6 months, I will not be extolling cutesy stories about the Bear but will be bemoaning the struggle for independence he and I will be locked in. So yeah, let's enjoy the good times now.
We attended this very fancy, very adult party last Sunday at the home of one of Brian's partners. We had gotten the okay to bring the Bear, but considering 1.) the house was not baby-proofed (the couple has adult children), and 2.) there were 15 Christmas trees located throughout the property, which included open flames on the patio next to the non-gated infinity pool, I really thought we would last no more than 12 minutes before Scotty had a meltdown, fell in the pool, or toppled a tree. But he did great! His behavior went beyond my wildest expectations. He waved at everyone, worked the room, and actually listened to me when I said, 'One finger!" when it came to touching the ornaments on the Christmas trees. He really did just extend one little (grubby) finger and gently touch each (shiny, very expensive) ornament. And then promptly shouted, "Ball!" to whomever was listening.
See? This is a great age. He has a really strong desire to please us and if we tell him he's a good boy, he will repeat the behavior over and over again, just to get the praise.
(Please remind me of this when we are battling the terrible 2's.)
Scotty is doing a great job following commands ("Bring Momma the book!" "Show me your nose!" "Rub Momma's aching back")
(just kidding on that last one)
and his little vocabulary is growing at an alarming rate. I asked him to show me "the bells," a word we haven't discussed, and he picked up the bells and jingled them. Same for his little plastic egg, the bath water, bubbles, and his blocks. The kid is listening...really well. Yikes.
And finally, as I mentioned earlier, his sense of humor is just adorable. He's now walking backwards, and he finds it just hysterical to be in a doorway, walk backwards out of it, and then come running back in, as though he's saying, "Gotcha! I'm still here!" He turns on Brian's radio every morning and dances and spins to the music. He shakes his little booty. And if I say, "Up down!" he does squats.
I wish I could freeze him at this age. He's just such a love (and so kissable!). I keep telling myself, the sweetness will continue...I'll just have to look for it a little harder when he is fighting me or talking back...but I do love 16 months. Best age ever.
Mother of Year, right here.
The poor kid was sleep-eating his bananas. Or ba-bas, as he calls them.
(I usually don't miss his sleep window like this, but I wasn't expecting him to literally pass out in the high chair. We hustled it up to bed and he's snoozing away as I type this.)
Anyways, when he's not passing out from sheer exhaustion, he's being down right adorable. And I feel like I can shamelessly brag about that since I know in approximately 4-6 months, I will not be extolling cutesy stories about the Bear but will be bemoaning the struggle for independence he and I will be locked in. So yeah, let's enjoy the good times now.
We attended this very fancy, very adult party last Sunday at the home of one of Brian's partners. We had gotten the okay to bring the Bear, but considering 1.) the house was not baby-proofed (the couple has adult children), and 2.) there were 15 Christmas trees located throughout the property, which included open flames on the patio next to the non-gated infinity pool, I really thought we would last no more than 12 minutes before Scotty had a meltdown, fell in the pool, or toppled a tree. But he did great! His behavior went beyond my wildest expectations. He waved at everyone, worked the room, and actually listened to me when I said, 'One finger!" when it came to touching the ornaments on the Christmas trees. He really did just extend one little (grubby) finger and gently touch each (shiny, very expensive) ornament. And then promptly shouted, "Ball!" to whomever was listening.
See? This is a great age. He has a really strong desire to please us and if we tell him he's a good boy, he will repeat the behavior over and over again, just to get the praise.
(Please remind me of this when we are battling the terrible 2's.)
Scotty is doing a great job following commands ("Bring Momma the book!" "Show me your nose!" "Rub Momma's aching back")
(just kidding on that last one)
and his little vocabulary is growing at an alarming rate. I asked him to show me "the bells," a word we haven't discussed, and he picked up the bells and jingled them. Same for his little plastic egg, the bath water, bubbles, and his blocks. The kid is listening...really well. Yikes.
And finally, as I mentioned earlier, his sense of humor is just adorable. He's now walking backwards, and he finds it just hysterical to be in a doorway, walk backwards out of it, and then come running back in, as though he's saying, "Gotcha! I'm still here!" He turns on Brian's radio every morning and dances and spins to the music. He shakes his little booty. And if I say, "Up down!" he does squats.
I wish I could freeze him at this age. He's just such a love (and so kissable!). I keep telling myself, the sweetness will continue...I'll just have to look for it a little harder when he is fighting me or talking back...but I do love 16 months. Best age ever.
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