It occured to me today that I haven’t written about my “baby” lately. Tragic, I know. Seems like after that one-year mark we tend to be more lax about documenting those special and fun moments and I decided that I have to continue because really, how else will I remember them?
Little G will be 14 months this coming Tuesday, but I couldn’t wait to talk about him, hence the title of this post.
First I want to tell him how he fills my heart to the brim. And I want him to know that he will ALWAYS be my little baby and I SO wish I could just “freeze” him at this age. The way he toddles around the room and plays and babbles are quite possibly the cutest things EV-ER.
He’s not talking real words quite yet, except to say DAH! (yeah, still calls me that too), and “BAH!,” meaning “ball.” Yep, he’s hit the ball stage. The child is obssessed. ANY. SINGLE. THING. that resembles a ball becomes his focus and the rest of the world disappears. The child was all about a lime the other day for goodness sakes. He loves to throw them, bounce them, chase them and cry about them if he cannot have them. It has it’s good and bad points.
I’ve tried to start signing with him a little bit, including the words “milk,” “more,” “eat” and “all gone.” But if he wants milk he just walks over to the fridge and tries to open the door or looks for his sippy cup. He certainly knows how to communicate in his own way.
Like the way he pushes his brother away when he’s done playing with him. The kid likes his space. But he and The B Man can play pretty well together these days. They like to chase each other around and tackle each other. It’s beyond cute. Until someone starts crying of course. But as long as there is no blood I just let ’em go at it.
We’re working on weaning (I am quite ready to be done) and he took it pretty well today when I denied him a few times. But he still loves his first morning “drink.” I say I am ready but I have to admit I will miss the bonding and the moments when I can look in his eyes and just drown there…
He’s still taking 2 naps most days but wakes up pretty grumpy from the second one. I think we will phase it out pretty soon.
“Aunt” Claudia (a good friend of ours) loves his “chicklette” teeth (the top two) as she calls them and I get MANY comments about how cute he is when we are out and about (hey, it’s my blog, I can brag a little). Right now he has 7 teeth and has yet to get his 4th bottom one. He has baby fine hair that is quite blond and his brother cannot seem to quit touching it!! Although, I am pretty guilty myself.
Right now he is the quintessential “Momma’s Boy.” When I take him to the child care at the fitness club he freaks out when I leave and then just wants them to hold him the entire time. I promise I do not hold him all day. Otherwise how would my house be SO spotless? (y’all know I am totally kidding right?) It’s a little weird for me since The B Man was so NOT this way.
Today, as most days, he made me smile about a thousand times and really, what more could a mother ask for? I thank God for my sweet little boy and I know that unfortunately I cannot stop time no matter how hard I wish for it.