He likes to babble. He joins long strings of nonsense sounds together and just goes with it. I had started to worry about this lack of real speaking, but lately I’ve caught words. “Mum? Mum? Mum! Mum!” “Hell-o!” “niceday” That last one threw me for a loop! “Did you have a nice day?” “niceday!”
He likes to cuddle and give kisses. Suddenly he’ll just be there, planting big sloppy kisses on your face! He also gets a kick out of putting his hand under my chin and shoving my head back- yeah, great fun- that one…
Lately he enjoys dancing- if he hears any kind of music he’ll stop in tracks and start turning in circles and grinning like a mad thing. His favorite is the christmas pillow that has a pull string that plays “Santa Claus is coming to town”. He’ll stand in the middle of the room, clutching this pillow to his chest and pulling the cord repeatedly while turning in jerky circles (one foot seems heavier than the other) and grinning at us!
He’s very independent and doesnt like being told No!or not getting his way. I had to finally introduce timeouts this evening. He didn’t like it, but I stood firm and he went through two one minute stints. He didn’t get it, of course he didn’t. But it plants the seed that when he is naughty, he will be put in the chair and mommy will be cross! Even after these time outs he still wouldn’t help clean up, or even come near me! He hid behind the chair from me! A “Rafeeey- I SEEEEE you” brought a smile to his face, but it was only when I brought out the big guns that he was deafeated. “Rafeeey? Do you want some milk?” That boy came running! He was annoyed that he didn’t get some right away, but it only took him a few seconds to realize he could have his milk once he had picked up his toys, and he got right on it and picked them all up!
Still blond hair, I keep waiting for it to darken, but he may be lucky a few years longer. He’s losing that baby look around his face and so frequently I look at him and he doesnt look so much like a baby anymore….