It’s not all rainbows and unicorns in the land of the 14-month-old. Some days I want him to stand for a cute 14-month-old picture but he just woke up from a nap in the cozy car so nothing doing! I can’t blame him. Or we get this face when we want him to do one thing and he’s set on a different thing. Kid has opinions and a will, and a bit of a temper brewing.
But it’s not all storm clouds and rain, either. He’s so funny. He makes funny faces and sounds. When he’s being cute he puts both hands under his chin and smiles so big you can hardly see his eyes but you can see all 15 teeth. He loves to laugh at us and we go out of our way to make him laugh, because we laugh too. It’s a regular giggle fest some days. Other days are a constant cacophany of Ah! Ah! Ah! or Dah! Dah! Dah! as he yells and we repeat because it delights him so.
Forrest also has an obsession with the remote controls – the second time we saw him run was when he struggled out of Matt’s arms to run across the room and point at the remotes on the arm of the couch. “Du-du-du-du” he pants as he does this little dance, a huge smile on his face, his pointing finger just micro-inches from touching BECAUSE HE WANTS TO PLAY WITH THEM SOOOO BAD. I tried getting him his own remote but he’s too smart for us… On the plus side, when I found him with both remotes on the floor yesterday morning and asked him to put them back, he did. = )
We haven’t consistently run into the toddler-living-on-air syndrome as some days the kid eats like a linebacker, constantly asking for “cracker” which has come to mean food in general though he gets particularly excited when “cracker” equals fish crackers. He eats an entire banana in the morning along with milk and some sort of carb – toast, crackers, puffs (the blueberry kind are like crack to him), pumpkin pancakes… bring it on. Yesterday happened to be orange-dinner: mac n cheese, carrots, fish crackers and cantaloupe. Sounds like my lunch sometimes. He often hums mmmmm with the first bite of anything he likes (which so far is pretty much everything…). If we eat after he does, which is often, his stomach is once again empty because now he wants what we’re having too (I love that he’s getting so much closer to all table foods).
Forrest is getting so big, saying more words and doing a darn good job of communicating. Dog, ball, uh-oh (for everything from spotting the remote to throwing his milk cup on the floor), duck, deer, Dada, tiger, momma on occasion, thank you, yeah, yum, diaper, lots of stuff that pops out and Matt and I look at each other – did he just say that? He’s at my favorite baby stage when he’s speaking gibberish complete with expressions, then repeats the same thing when you don’t get it. I love that!
His favorite play is throwing small plastic balls around the room because they’re loud and they bounce and he can throw two at a time then go find two more and chuck them, too. Since we have 13 of these little balls when they’re all accounted for, it’s a lot of play. Some days he leaves home with a ball clutched in each hand, other days it’s Bat Girl and Pirate Jack, or Green Lantern and Pirate Spike. I just found Pirate Harry in a crevice next to the dishwasher in the kitchen. Batman is lost in Mom’s car, I think Wonder Woman is lost in Matt’s truck, and hopefully Superman and The Joker are at Grandma S’s. Or if he can chase the dog around while pushing his box, THAT’s the height of hilarity. We do have some favorite books too – Moo, Baa, LaLaLa goes in the car with us and I hear him talking and mooing as he flips the pages.
He’s getting tall enough to reach stuff on the edge of the counters. Tall enough to pants us by pulling the waistband of our jammies rather than the legs (good thing mine tie on!). Tall enough to run into the braces on his high chair – kid’s head is covered in bruises on a regular basis but he’s at least getting more cautious about raising up when under the dining room table. Yup, so far seems to be taking after Grandpa H in the height department.
Hard to believe he’s only 14 months, and hard to believe he’s already 14 months. Time is flying. We’re so lucky to be sharing the time with him. We love you, baby!
(this post is not sponsored in any way – just sharing the toys Forrest loves right now.)