This is gonna be a wordy one since I skipped last month. He’s changing so much on a daily basis that I want to remember it all…
This morning I went in to wake Forrest and had to take a picture of our sprawling 17-month-old, who’s wearing 24-month jammies here. They won’t last long. He’s growing tall like his Grandpa H for sure. He sleeps like his daddy, stretched out across the bed with his hands behind his head. But he still has my mouth.
Forrest is growing so fast, both in height and personality. There are days when I feel like we’re already raising a 3-year-old, while others I wonder when the newborn came back. He tells us when we leave the light on in the garage (after he took his own dirty diaper to put in the box outside the door, and while he’s waiting to shut that door, because those things are now his job); he has a ritual of pulling out 5-6 bags and tubes of crackers and puffs from the cupboard when he wants a snack, and must put them all back just so when he’s done – I watched him rearrange them yesterday when I gave him the puffs to carry first instead of the bags, because apparently that didn’t look right; when he isn’t getting his way, or the wrong show is on television, he says “noooo!” and points at whatever is wrong; yesterday morning he pulled two bananas apart and then was very upset that he couldn’t put them back together; he still LOVES Kate the dog with a passion and delights in petting, chasing, laying on and generally crowding her but gets highly insulted when she sits next to the high chair while he’s eating (nooooo!).
Ella and Tigger (a pale blue elephant and small tigger stuffy) are essential sleepy-time companions that he often wants to take downstairs in the morning, asks for when he’s ready for a nap on the weekend, and must have while going to bed at night but when we get upstairs for our evening baby-TV ritual they get tossed aside so he can monitor my use of the remote controls. Which he then has to kiss at least once before he’ll settle down…sometimes. Bedtime has been a trial lately cause this kid also takes after his daddy in that he wants to stay up late and sleep in late. Our morning schedule doesn’t allow that so I try to get him in bed by 9:00. When I’m lucky. I need to bite the bullet and let him cry it out and/or entertain himself to sleep in his crib because I’ve been rocking him to sleep, falling asleep in awkward and painful positions myself, and having NO TIME in the evenings to get anything done as a result. I both love and dislike the rocking to sleep but I need some me-time back.
He says Please regularly (Pleeesh), either word or sign or both, and pulls it out at the right times too – pleeesh ba-ba? means he wants to watch Baby Einstein videos, pleesh cra-er from the back seat means he wants a snack on the way home. He also says and signs Thank You at appropriate times, often surprising me when he remembers on his own to thank the bakery lady for his cookie. In the last couple weeks he has started reaching to hug our heads and saying I luv yew, which has morphed into patting our heads while saying it. Just when I’m getting the most frustrated trying to get him to sleep, when I’ve had enough of the wiggling and smacking my mouth to go wa-wa-wa (and a couple of nights of hitting just to see how momma would react), and playing with my nose and his nose and pointing out eyes and ears, when I say “Forrest, do you want to go to sleep on your own in the crib?” and he says Noooo, then he’ll reach up to hug my head and say I luv yeeew. Oh, baby, I love you so much too. Now go to sleep. = )
He is NOT a morning person.
Eyes, ears, nose, toes, shoes, belly, jacket, dog-dog, light, door, box, ball, star, no, please, thank you, touchdown!, I love you, bath, daddy, grandpa, mama (rarely), deer, tractor, vacuum, sky, tiger, elephant (ella), and a slew of animals represented by their sounds (he moos, snorts for oinks, baas, bock-bocks for the chicken, has a high-pitched neigh, roars for lions, throws back his head for the elephant, meows)…he talks so much but there are still so many times he gets very frustrated because we don’t understand. He’s definitely in the frustrated phase of not getting what he wants whenever he wants it. There are days of full fussing, crying, yelling fits of frustration for the poor kid, and I can’t get mad at him. He’s just learning the ways of the world. But there are also days of blissful self-entertainment when he pulls his huge collection of books off the shelf and flips pages and jabbers and hoots and hollars for a good 20 minutes. When he giggles and smiles and runs and laughs, when he talks to us in this cute, joy-filled gibberish, bouncing on his toes. When he plays the musical car or the music box over and over, bopping and dancing. When he runs to us with arms outstretched and a smile on his face, as happy to see us as we are to see him.
I could go on and on. There is so much joy and discovery in our world right now and I can barely keep up. There’s so much love. You’re a gem of a guy, Forrest. Keep it up. Keep expressing yourself in all the ways, keep learning and exploring, keep playing and dancing. Stop yelling so much, maybe. Or maybe not. We love you to pieces and then some. ~ Momma and Daddy