One and a half
Eighteen months since he came.
How? How?
Oh, I love this little man. He drives me absolutely crazy.
Separation anxiety is severe right now. Even when we are at home with no indications of anyone going anywhere, every few minutes he has to touch me. Just about every other word he utters is "mama".
And though it can suffocate me at times, and though I would love for him to spend time loving on other people also,
really,
I am soaking. it. up.
No more bottles. They, along with turkey feathers, fell prey to the recession. I would be sad if it weren't for this amazing thing that has happened.
He lets me rock him for a few minutes. Every night. The time that would have been spent with the bottle, he snuggles up to my chest, shoves his thumb in his mouth, and listens to me sing. If I stop singing, he will hum.
Magic.
Oh, I love my sweet guy. Aden:
Waves at and loudly greets anyone who passes by him. If they don't return the greeting, they get the death stare.
Has a miniscule attention span unless outside, or watching his Baby MacDonald DVD, or playing with a wheeled toy, or playing with something off-limits.
Holds out his hand and says, "ha pa!" (High five!)
Tries to sing the EIEIO part of Old MacDonald, except it's more like "ee-ah-wa-ah-wa".
Gets injured by his big brother daily. Is completely overjoyed when said big brother pays him any positive attention. Except when said big brother tries to force him to do something he doesn't want to do. Or injures him.
Is obsessed with trains. There are tracks a few miles from our house, and now that the humidity is gone, we can easily hear the train whistle. Aden listens for it throughout the day, and if he hears it, points toward the window and declares, "too too!!"
Appetite has slowed down. Belly rolls are disappearing. Neck is now visible.
Double chin...still intact!
Often covers his ears and chatters to himself.
Dances to any music or beat he can find. The bounce remains his only move.
Can jump with two feet off the floor.
Can climb on pretty much everything in the house.
Despite pretending to not understand rules and discipline, seems to have a good amount of common sense. He attempts to use things for their intended purpose and can identify sets of things/what goes together.
Will "talk" at conversation volume, wait for a response, and continue. These talks can get pretty serious. About what, we'll never know.
Uses mainly the same words he did back in September, though some are a little clearer. There are a few new words, and he will repeat a word as best he can when prompted.
(I have reached that point of frustration that I remember with Trey, wanting so badly to hear him speak English, and actually communicate back and forth. But we won't rush things.)
Says the blessing multiple times throughout a meal.
Does not prefer meat, unless it's bologna or a hot dog. Only veggies he'll eat are green beans, spinach (as part of some other food), tomatoes, and corn. Will devour any and all fruit offered to him, any time of day. Same with cheese. Likes goldfish, Teddy grams, and chocolate ice cream, and that's about it on the sweets.
Has appointed himself official closer in our home. If there is a door or drawer or cabinet or dryer (or anything else) open in the house, he will promptly slam it shut. Hard. Without regard to bodies or body parts that might be in the closure path.
Tries to sing along to "Jesus Loves Me". Totally off tune, totally wrong word sounds, and it is the sweetest thing ever.
Has a funny laugh he pulls out on occasion to entertain us. Sort of like "heh heh heh", spoken low and slow.
Applauds himself at the end of his piano ("nano") performances.
Will sit and look at a select set of his books, but doesn't read to himself.
Picks up little specks of dust or paper off the floor and hands them to me.
Loves the mirror.
Prefers not to have his teeth brushed. Or nose cleaned. Or diaper changed.
Still loves the bath.
Plays the music on his crib aquarium during the wee hours of the morning, volume cranked.
Is more, lots more, than a full-time job.
Will not keep socks on.
Needs his mama to dig out the next shoe size, poor toes.
And so much more. Aden Levi, you are something else. We are proud and amazed at the sweet, funny, head-scratcher of a boy you are becoming, and we love you with a great love. Happy year-and-a-half, precious baby.
How? How?
Oh, I love this little man. He drives me absolutely crazy.
Separation anxiety is severe right now. Even when we are at home with no indications of anyone going anywhere, every few minutes he has to touch me. Just about every other word he utters is "mama".
And though it can suffocate me at times, and though I would love for him to spend time loving on other people also,
really,
I am soaking. it. up.
No more bottles. They, along with turkey feathers, fell prey to the recession. I would be sad if it weren't for this amazing thing that has happened.
He lets me rock him for a few minutes. Every night. The time that would have been spent with the bottle, he snuggles up to my chest, shoves his thumb in his mouth, and listens to me sing. If I stop singing, he will hum.
Magic.
Oh, I love my sweet guy. Aden:
Waves at and loudly greets anyone who passes by him. If they don't return the greeting, they get the death stare.
Has a miniscule attention span unless outside, or watching his Baby MacDonald DVD, or playing with a wheeled toy, or playing with something off-limits.
Holds out his hand and says, "ha pa!" (High five!)
Tries to sing the EIEIO part of Old MacDonald, except it's more like "ee-ah-wa-ah-wa".
Gets injured by his big brother daily. Is completely overjoyed when said big brother pays him any positive attention. Except when said big brother tries to force him to do something he doesn't want to do. Or injures him.
Is obsessed with trains. There are tracks a few miles from our house, and now that the humidity is gone, we can easily hear the train whistle. Aden listens for it throughout the day, and if he hears it, points toward the window and declares, "too too!!"
Appetite has slowed down. Belly rolls are disappearing. Neck is now visible.
Double chin...still intact!
Often covers his ears and chatters to himself.
Dances to any music or beat he can find. The bounce remains his only move.
Can jump with two feet off the floor.
Can climb on pretty much everything in the house.
Despite pretending to not understand rules and discipline, seems to have a good amount of common sense. He attempts to use things for their intended purpose and can identify sets of things/what goes together.
Will "talk" at conversation volume, wait for a response, and continue. These talks can get pretty serious. About what, we'll never know.
Uses mainly the same words he did back in September, though some are a little clearer. There are a few new words, and he will repeat a word as best he can when prompted.
(I have reached that point of frustration that I remember with Trey, wanting so badly to hear him speak English, and actually communicate back and forth. But we won't rush things.)
Says the blessing multiple times throughout a meal.
Does not prefer meat, unless it's bologna or a hot dog. Only veggies he'll eat are green beans, spinach (as part of some other food), tomatoes, and corn. Will devour any and all fruit offered to him, any time of day. Same with cheese. Likes goldfish, Teddy grams, and chocolate ice cream, and that's about it on the sweets.
Has appointed himself official closer in our home. If there is a door or drawer or cabinet or dryer (or anything else) open in the house, he will promptly slam it shut. Hard. Without regard to bodies or body parts that might be in the closure path.
Tries to sing along to "Jesus Loves Me". Totally off tune, totally wrong word sounds, and it is the sweetest thing ever.
Has a funny laugh he pulls out on occasion to entertain us. Sort of like "heh heh heh", spoken low and slow.
Applauds himself at the end of his piano ("nano") performances.
Will sit and look at a select set of his books, but doesn't read to himself.
Picks up little specks of dust or paper off the floor and hands them to me.
Loves the mirror.
Prefers not to have his teeth brushed. Or nose cleaned. Or diaper changed.
Still loves the bath.
Plays the music on his crib aquarium during the wee hours of the morning, volume cranked.
Is more, lots more, than a full-time job.
Will not keep socks on.
Needs his mama to dig out the next shoe size, poor toes.
And so much more. Aden Levi, you are something else. We are proud and amazed at the sweet, funny, head-scratcher of a boy you are becoming, and we love you with a great love. Happy year-and-a-half, precious baby.
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