Unbelievable to me, but the little Bear is now 18 months.
Wasn't it just yesterday my sister was ghost blogging for me as I sat in the hospital, hugely pregnant and really grumpy? Scotty made his grand entrance at 1:53am on the morning of August 18th, and Cousin Ben quickly joined him later that day. And 18 months have gone by since then. Feels like yesterday, no?
The Bear and I trouped off to Dr. Awesome's office for a visit. I'm going to have to downgrade her from "Awesome" to more along the lines of "Kind of Irritating Me." At Scotty's 12 month well-check, she asked if he was walking. I said yes. She replied with, "Finally!" (huh?) And yesterday, I told her about all of his skills - fine motor, gross motor, cognitive, language, both receptive & expressive - and her only comment was, "Is he potty-trained yet?" Um...no. We haven't even touched that one yet. At 18 months? I have friends with four year olds who are not 100% there yet. So...no, Dr. Kind-of-Irritating-Me. I'm pleased with how he is doing, and stop pushing me. (and him.)
Anywho...back to the good stuff. He weighed in at 30 lbs, 7 oz (93%ile), is 33.5 inches tall (78%ile) and head size is still 20.5 (+100%ile.) Big kid. And getting bigger by the day.
What is it like living with an 18 month old? Well, he has an insatiable curiosity about the new camera.
Wasn't it just yesterday my sister was ghost blogging for me as I sat in the hospital, hugely pregnant and really grumpy? Scotty made his grand entrance at 1:53am on the morning of August 18th, and Cousin Ben quickly joined him later that day. And 18 months have gone by since then. Feels like yesterday, no?
The Bear and I trouped off to Dr. Awesome's office for a visit. I'm going to have to downgrade her from "Awesome" to more along the lines of "Kind of Irritating Me." At Scotty's 12 month well-check, she asked if he was walking. I said yes. She replied with, "Finally!" (huh?) And yesterday, I told her about all of his skills - fine motor, gross motor, cognitive, language, both receptive & expressive - and her only comment was, "Is he potty-trained yet?" Um...no. We haven't even touched that one yet. At 18 months? I have friends with four year olds who are not 100% there yet. So...no, Dr. Kind-of-Irritating-Me. I'm pleased with how he is doing, and stop pushing me. (and him.)
Anywho...back to the good stuff. He weighed in at 30 lbs, 7 oz (93%ile), is 33.5 inches tall (78%ile) and head size is still 20.5 (+100%ile.) Big kid. And getting bigger by the day.
What is it like living with an 18 month old? Well, he has an insatiable curiosity about the new camera.
Hello? Hello in there!
He has a solid 12 words. There was an initial flurry of language around 12 months, but that slowly went away as he started walking. And as his attention can shift from motor skills back to language, he's babbling away again. Favorite words include "juice," "ball!" and "da-DA!." His most recent word is fast becoming a favorite of his as well, though not a favorite of mine. He says it every morning when I change my shirt. He looks at me, points, and very clearly says, "Boobs!"
I'm going to blame this one on Brian.
When asked to say "car," he always replies inexplicably with "bop-bop." We drive in the bop-bop. We see lots of bop-bops on our walk. There is a bop-bop in our driveway (mainly because we still can't park in the garage yet. Damn you, garage shelving!) Brian and I have even started saying it. Just yesterday, as I left for the gym (sans Bear), Brian asked me which bop-bop I was taking. (I replied, "Yours." He has a way nicer bop-bop than I do.)
Scotty loves his bop-bops.
I'm going to blame this one on Brian.
When asked to say "car," he always replies inexplicably with "bop-bop." We drive in the bop-bop. We see lots of bop-bops on our walk. There is a bop-bop in our driveway (mainly because we still can't park in the garage yet. Damn you, garage shelving!) Brian and I have even started saying it. Just yesterday, as I left for the gym (sans Bear), Brian asked me which bop-bop I was taking. (I replied, "Yours." He has a way nicer bop-bop than I do.)
Scotty loves his bop-bops.
Bop-bop Bear
I like to think he likes his mother.
Hey Ma...
He definitely loves his bear. I asked him to give his bear a hug and kiss, and this was the result.
Snuggle Bear
And finally, remember that nice little stuffed cat that Scotty posed with during each of his monthly pictures? (we call him Jelly Cat) I brought the cat out again for the big 18 month one, and Scotty wasn't having any of it. Oh, well. Thanks, Jelly Cat. Your time of service is over.
We don't need no stinkin' cats!
There you have it. 18 months and going strong.
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