As far as language goes, he's still mostly pointing and grunting. He imitates a lot of our tones and inflections but he still has no other words besides ball, mama, dada and shish (sissy). I may have heard him say "hi" once. The other day he made me smile when he mimicked Tim whistling, "Woo -- woo." He reaches an arm out and twists his hand back and forth when he sees something he wants. He screeches when he's mad, like when I make him come inside when he'd rather stay out and play. What I wouldn't give right now for that cute little fenced in yard we had in Quantico. You could dump a toddler in that yard and just look out the window every few seconds. Not this yard. This yard is full of dangers and has no fence. I will take him out there for awhile, but then have to take him in when it's time to start dinner. Late afternoon is not a happy time in our house with a restless, cranky, cooped-up toddler, and me trying to cook. I miss using front burners, and am ever exasperated by the need to prepare food and guard the oven door at all times. I can't seem to distract him with anything. I'm starting to think that I might really need to revisit the idea of a crockpot. (We used to have one, but Tim made it disappear forever. I look back on it as a 'morning sickness simulator.' Everything that came out of it had a smell and a taste that was 'off' in a way that you couldn't put your finger on. Very unappetizing.) Until I sneak out and buy a new crockpot, I try to schedule leftovers or other easy meals at least two or three times a week. That way I only have to go through the pain and aggravation of cooking with him underfoot every other day.
|I'm learning to clear the table off QUICKLY after meals.|
Sometimes he gets upset because I'm not paying enough attention to him. He attaches himself to my legs and moves with me all over a room, crying loudly. Tim accuses me of making him this way because often I'll pick him up and give him a cuddle and kiss when he's acting this way. I'm pretty sure we had those conversations when each of the girls were this age too, and I don't think I ruined either of them.
|It's getting close to that time..|
His smile lights up our entire world, and his laugh is like music. We'll do just about anything to hear it again and again. In the photo below he was snatching up cookie crumbs and whatever other treats he could get his hands on, as Tim and the girls were making Thanksgiving cookies.
I will leave you with a video of Timmy's silly baby humor and giggles, guaranteed to make you smile or your money back.