As usual, I'm late with this post. I always have such grand plans for what I want to do/say/create each time another month goes by for my sweet little boy, yet somehow life always seems to get in the freakin way. Even so, I cannot let a month pass with recording all the precious details so that one day we can all look back on these posts and remember him just as he was...at 16-months old.
It's been a bit of a rollercoaster month in our house...as Nash's personality begins to explode to the surface, so does his temper. He has fully embraced the "testing boundaries" stage and loves to go completely limp and scream whenever he tell him "no" or try to redirect him. It's especially awesome in public. Add to that his new favorite past time of pooping in the bathtub each night, and it's crazy town over here at our house.
He's currently clocking in at 26 lbs or so and about 32" or 33" tall (I can't remember exactly and I'm already lying in bed). We've switched out the majority of his clothes for 2Ts and are even considering upgrading his shoes (some of his size 6's are getting snug). I can't even believe how fast he's growing...and how tall he still is. Where did these mutant genes come from, child?!?
He hasn't sprouted any more teeth, but thank god for that! We're still holding strong at all 8 front teeth, all 4 canines, and all 4 first molars...so that's a total of 16 teeth! He's still fighting the tooth brushing, but we're continuing with the fluoride toothpaste and he's starting to grasp the routine.
He's really independent now too. He walks almost every where he needs to go - out to the car, into the house, through the mall. In fact, it's often a struggle to carry him during those times it's just not safe for him to walk because he wants to do it himself. He always pushes our hands away when we try to help him open something, stack something, or even just eat. He has to hold the bite of food...Mama can't do it. Needless to say, we've been battling with sticky, crusty hand prints all over the couch, walls, furniture.
He's really starting to form "almost words" too. The one thing he is saying definitively (other than Mama and Daddy) is "mmmm, it's good." Which is kind of funny, since we're not sure why he picked up that phrase in particular but he loves to say it after he drinks something (even if it's his soapy bath water). I've also heard mutterings like "itty" (kitty) and "a poo" (something to do with pooping). His comprehension is unbelievable...I never knew kids this young understood so much.
He mimics our facial expressions and gestures so much now - like rubbing his hands together and then rubbing his head like we do when we take a bath or when he tries to fold laundry with one of us. He has taken more interest in blocks, cars, and anything that has tiny little parts. We've been slowly baby-proofing our entire house as he's now able to open every door, reach almost every surface, and pop tops off things. He insists on standing on tables, climbing into his crib (not out of yet, thank god), and "jumping" and landing flat on his chest, so it's always a bit scary when we're playing near hard surfaces.
All in all, he's the sweetest, most perfect little boy (emphasis on boy), I could have ever asked for. And even though I'm not 100% sure what our near future holds for us as a family, one thing is for sure: I love this little man more than anything in the whole world and I'm so excited to see what 17 months brings!
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