Fifteen months
Well, I never really intended to stop doing monthly updates on Aden after his birthday. In fact, it didn't dawn on me that I had stopped until last week sometime.
Life.
Anyhoo, in case you'd like to know what the Chunky Monkey is like at a year and a quarter...
Solid. A good twenty-five pounds now, which is rather average, but he's thick! Chubby belly, double chin, rolly legs. Delicious.
Determined. They say, if you fall down to get back up again. Well, Aden's already getting back up in mid-fall. The truck will roll even if it's upside down, and the square shape will go in the sorter's star hole, doggone it!
Tough. It's about half amazing that social services hasn't been called on us yet. It's an off day when Aden's forehead and legs are not speckled red and blue. He only cries if it really hurts. Rassles his Daddy and brother with reckless abandon. Bonks the back of his noggin on at least 4 different surfaces daily. Sometimes on purpose.
Talkative. Nuff said.
Musical. He and his Daddy sing "doo-bee-doo-bee-doo" songs together, and it's hysterical. Plays the piano (usually while singing), then turns around to soak in the applause.
I almost wrote applesauce there. Freudian slip. Because...
Aden remains all about the food. His menu is basically endless. The only things he has ever turned down are green peas (which I can't comprehend) and cabbage (which I totally can't blame him for).
And I'm telling you, this kid is dead serious about his meals. At 5:30 a switch goes off in his brain that it's time to eat. Well sometimes (or really every night), Mama just can't get everything together until close to 6:00. So Aden spends half an hour clinging to my legs, sobbing and shreiking. If I try to stuff bites of something in his mouth to hold him over, he goes and clings to his high chair, sobbing and shreiking.
You think I'm exaggerating, don't you? I've thought of pulling out the Flip and posting the video here, as proof of this starvation phenomenon. But, really, who wants to watch a video of a sobbing, shreiking kid?
He's a sweetheart.
Still on two bottles a day, early morning and before bed, which was no small feat in itself. I'm in no hurry. This is the only real cuddle time either of my boys will allow me, and probably ever will again. So Aden might still be taking bottles when he's two. Judge if you want, I'm not ashamed.
Though I might not tell the doctor.
Runs fast.
Climbs. On everything. Repeatedly.
Will not sit still long enough to be read to. Might look at a book on his own, but would prefer to be playing trucks, tractors, or something with a ball.
Laughs loudly.
Makes a stinkin mess. More than the rest of us combined.
Disregards all forms of warning and discipline.
Says "amah" (amen) after the blessing.
Wants to go outside. All the time.
Wants to play with light switches and electric outlets and flashlights and electronics and remotes and phones and toilet paper. All the time.
Sucks his thumb. Not all the time, only when he's tired.
Naps sporadically.
Is flabbergasted by long-sleeve shirts and pants.
Has four teeth, with more to arrive very soon.
Will stop playing to come get a hug every once in a while.
Hates having his diaper changed.
Loves taking a bath.
Smiles, and lights up the whole room.
Life.
Anyhoo, in case you'd like to know what the Chunky Monkey is like at a year and a quarter...
Solid. A good twenty-five pounds now, which is rather average, but he's thick! Chubby belly, double chin, rolly legs. Delicious.
Determined. They say, if you fall down to get back up again. Well, Aden's already getting back up in mid-fall. The truck will roll even if it's upside down, and the square shape will go in the sorter's star hole, doggone it!
Tough. It's about half amazing that social services hasn't been called on us yet. It's an off day when Aden's forehead and legs are not speckled red and blue. He only cries if it really hurts. Rassles his Daddy and brother with reckless abandon. Bonks the back of his noggin on at least 4 different surfaces daily. Sometimes on purpose.
Talkative. Nuff said.
Musical. He and his Daddy sing "doo-bee-doo-bee-doo" songs together, and it's hysterical. Plays the piano (usually while singing), then turns around to soak in the applause.
I almost wrote applesauce there. Freudian slip. Because...
Aden remains all about the food. His menu is basically endless. The only things he has ever turned down are green peas (which I can't comprehend) and cabbage (which I totally can't blame him for).
And I'm telling you, this kid is dead serious about his meals. At 5:30 a switch goes off in his brain that it's time to eat. Well sometimes (or really every night), Mama just can't get everything together until close to 6:00. So Aden spends half an hour clinging to my legs, sobbing and shreiking. If I try to stuff bites of something in his mouth to hold him over, he goes and clings to his high chair, sobbing and shreiking.
You think I'm exaggerating, don't you? I've thought of pulling out the Flip and posting the video here, as proof of this starvation phenomenon. But, really, who wants to watch a video of a sobbing, shreiking kid?
He's a sweetheart.
Still on two bottles a day, early morning and before bed, which was no small feat in itself. I'm in no hurry. This is the only real cuddle time either of my boys will allow me, and probably ever will again. So Aden might still be taking bottles when he's two. Judge if you want, I'm not ashamed.
Though I might not tell the doctor.
Runs fast.
Climbs. On everything. Repeatedly.
Will not sit still long enough to be read to. Might look at a book on his own, but would prefer to be playing trucks, tractors, or something with a ball.
Laughs loudly.
Makes a stinkin mess. More than the rest of us combined.
Disregards all forms of warning and discipline.
Says "amah" (amen) after the blessing.
Wants to go outside. All the time.
Wants to play with light switches and electric outlets and flashlights and electronics and remotes and phones and toilet paper. All the time.
Sucks his thumb. Not all the time, only when he's tired.
Naps sporadically.
Is flabbergasted by long-sleeve shirts and pants.
Has four teeth, with more to arrive very soon.
Will stop playing to come get a hug every once in a while.
Hates having his diaper changed.
Loves taking a bath.
Smiles, and lights up the whole room.
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