Monday, July 4, 2011

Happy 18th month birthday, AJ!

My little guy is 18 months today. I still think of him as my baby, and I suppose I always will. He is a blast. I'm sure I sound like a broken record, but he's still the sweetest, most laid back kid in the world. Sweet, as in... he picks dandelions and kisses them before he gives them to me. When asked to give high 5, he kisses your hand afterward (assuming his way of apologizing if he hurt you). He's the kid making friends with strangers wherever we go. He just walks around flashing his big blue eyes, smiling and waving at people. He's completely lovable, period.

A friend who hasn't seen him for awhile called him a 'tank' the other day. It's true. His belly is quite the sight. He still has dimples on his bottom, roles on his legs, and cankles above his squatty little feet. At bath time, it's an effort to wash between his chin and neck. It's ironic because he's become a little picky at mealtime, but he can spot junk food a mile away. Does anyone know what age is no longer cute to be fat? Hopefully no time soon, because I still find it rather endearing. We're trying to get his eating habits in better shape, but I wouldn't say we're to the point of being worried yet. I just want him to be healthy. Life will be a lot easier if he isn't battling weight issues.

He's talking a little. Momma, Daddy, No (na na na na), Down, (dow?) kitty (didda), all gone (dah duh), duck (duh), dog (dawh). See the trend? Most everything starts with d. My favorite word is "yah," or in his case "AHHH!" He says it with total confidence and certainty and raises the decibles a few notches. AJ, want some milk? AHHH! Cracks me up every time. Despite his limited vocabulary, he understand EVERYTHING. Go get your shoes, AJ. Want to go on a stroller ride? Time to go bye bye. Where's Cohen? All these things and more elicit the correct response. I actually kind of like that he's not more verbal. It's like an extended babyhood.


He continues to battle ear infections on a regular basis. It's been 7 or 8 since January, and we have the green light to see an ENT about getting tubes. I'm ready. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if his frequent ear infections are affecting his hearing and speech.

He loves jumping on the bed, especially if someone else is there too. He'll fall down dramatically and laugh and carry on. His favorite summer activity is the new sand/water table. Hours have already been spent hanging out on our deck playing in the sand. He's really into removing lids and putting them back on. Bonus if it's a squirty lid like the top of dishwashing liquid. It snaps open and closed AND unscrews. Party on!

Big brother Cohen is just that. Big. He's taller than most of his daycare friends. He just acts older too and, responsible and mature. If I could summarize him in one word it would be imaginative. He comes up with the most clever stuff. He'll give things new names. We were almost home from a long trip and I started the "10 more minutes" countdown. At 3 minutes, he said, "Next is 2 minutes, then 1 minute, then Dramble." I asked what dramble was and he said it's when we're driving into the garage. These types of words are invented many times a day. He's quick. And amazingly, he remembers many of them and uses them in the same meaning later. He's also imaginative during play. He'll make up games and contests and obstacle courses and characters and rules and scenarios, you name it. I think a real board game with real rules would be terribly boring. He'd much rather make stuff up.

He's doing well in school. He switched to Room 16 a month ago and they're doing full fledge preschool work. Like patterns, matches, etc. We've had a slew of birthday parties for his little classmates, and we're becoming friends with some of the parents. A great group of people.

We've noticed a bit of cross-eye in his right eye. We have an appt with an ophlalmologist in a few weeks. Hopefully nothing serious.
He's incredibly stubborn about pooping on the toilet. Meaning, he refuses. We've tried every trick, incentive, bribe, and rationalizing we could muster, but it always turns into to meltdown drama. In recent weeks, I'm backing down. It was too frustrating and worthless to go through the same unsuccessful routine every day. Everyone says one day he'll be ready, and I'm keeping the faith. Knowing him, it will happen when he's like 9.

The boys' ages are perfect. They're fun and they get along well. It's awesome that they can play side by side for a long time. I'd even go so far as to say things are easy this summer. Can I freeze time? Honestly, I'm not sure it can get much better. One sweet, silly gentle giant who makes me laugh a hundred times a day. One energetic, passionate, strong-willed thinker who I can interact with as an almost adult. Life is good.









Finally, a couple videos. This one is entitled "I laugh in the face of authority!"


And here's AJ getting into the groove with Selena Gomez. It's pretty much one minute, 39 seconds of AJ doing the same moves... just in case you're waiting for some grand plot twist at the end! :)

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