Yep, it's that time again, folks. Time for a holy-crap-my-baby's-even-less-of-a-baby update. Each month that I do these, it gets crazier and crazier because I realize how close we are to the big "2". So close that Joe and I are already talking about his birthday party...which is a bit of a cluster already since we are living in Jacksonville, but visiting Melbourne as often as we can.
We know we want to do it in Melbourne, but were working out the location still.
Before we even get there, we've got to tackle our first Disney trip, both Mama and Daddy's birthdays, Halloween, AND Thanksgiving. Lots of living left to do before December 11th. But back to the task at hand. Bubs is 21 months old now and things are starting to get crazy!!
Here's the rundown:
Height: 34.5 inches (I think)
Weight: 27 lbs (ish)
Hair: still dirty blonde
Eyes: still hazel-ish
Teeth: still rocking all but the last 4 molars
Clothes size: entirely 2T now
Shoe size: 7 and holding steady
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| He has to pick out his own shoes...and he loves these red ones. |
Eating:
We've definitely entered the picky phase as he rarely wants to eat what we want him to eat when we want him to eat it. He loves shunning foods we assume are his favorites and will not touch anything that looks remotely weird or complicated. Often times he'll put something in his mouth, let it barely touch his tongue and then spit it out with extreme distaste. It's maddening. And he wavers between periods of ravenous eating and nibbling like an anorexic bird, so we never know what to expect.
He still loves bananas (which we can't really give him) and toast and fruit in general, although he's been rejecting grapes lately. He refuses to eat grilled cheese, which is so weird to me, and definitely loves crackers, cookies and chips (of course). He drinks a fair mix of milk and watered down juice, but doesn't really like water (although we give it to him every night when he goes to bed). Still wolfs down broccoli and seems to prefer wheat toast to white, which is awesome.
Sleeping:
This deserves a post all to itself. We transitioned Nash to a toddler bed a few weeks ago when he began crawling out of his crib on the regular. He seems to love his bed so much, and is always running into his room and pulling all of his stuffies on top of himself in the bed. But when it comes to bedtime, he's still a challenge. He does ok if we're in the room, but as soon as we try to leave, he jumps out of bed, runs over to the door and screams bloody murder until we return.
I think this is just a phase and we just have to wait it out, but it's definitely been trying on both of us. Add in his recent love of smacking people in the face when he's upset and you've got a recipe for ugly.
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| Who me? No, I don't smack Mama in the face at least three times a week. Nope, not me. |
Talking:
He's talking up an absolute storm now and it's literally the highlight of the month. Joe and I are always talking about how he repeats just about anything and understands just about everything. He's able to say most of the body parts we've been teaching him (even though he doesn't always finish the last consonant...like he's say "mow" instead of "mouth." He even says, "Na" when we ask him what his name is and every time we ask, he's closer and closer to an actual "Nash." He says "Pop Pop" for Grandpop and "Gumma" for Grandmom. He recognizes both our cars (especially Daddy's) and walks around the house saying, "Kitty? Kitty?"
He loves saying "uh, yeah" or "uh, no" to just about any question we ask him (this is particularly hilarious) and recognizes a lot of animals and their sounds. Whenever the doorbell rings or a phone goes off, he grabs his ear and say, "oh!" If we hand him something he really wants (like a yummy snack), he says, "Awww, man!" It's freaking funny, people. He also does this thing where he smiles, says "chee" and put his fingers to his cheeks whenever we tell him we're taking a picture. Must have learned that a daycare. Can't wait to see his first "school" pics!
Other Developments:
The best part is that we feel like we can finally REALLY reason with him. The other night we were having a particularly hard time getting him to go to bed, so I told him,"You're a big boy now, and Mama knows you can do this on your own." And he laid down in bed like he totally understood and WANTED to be a big boy. He literally glows whenever he accomplishes something, like taking off his own clothes and diaper for bath time or throwing away his own trash or coloring. He loves being a smarty for sure, and we're always telling him how smart he is.
We only did a few swimming lessons, but we learned the basics and continue to encourage him to "swim." He's able to sit on the steps of the pool and walk around without plunging into the water or needing either of us to be right on top of him watching him. He kicks his legs and has even gone underwater a handful of times...all in the name of "swimming like Nemo!"
He jumps like a champ (with both feet) and goes up and down stairs. He has mastered all but one of his puzzles and loves to sort his toys (Joe always tells me how he'll go into his room and come out with all of one certain kind of toy). He's coloring now and even drew on the walls for the first time this month (that's like a mandatory toddler milestone, right?). I try to come up with new things for him all the time, like water balloons or finger painting or helping me clean so that he's always learning. He's really into movies now, so it's tough not to let him just sit in front of the tv after a long day of working.
Overall, he's super sweet, but also super emotional and impatient so we're lucky to make it out alive some days. Now that he's able to do a lot of things on his own though, we're starting to crawl out of the messy house, no time to relax, where has our marriage gone hole that inevitably accompanies the first few years with a baby. Now it gets REALLY fun. Right? Anyone? Bueller?
