Back Home Again in Indiana
It’s been awhile since we’ve checked in on the baby Boogs. I hope he’s okay.
For those of you who don’t enjoy superfluous math and/or keep track of time like normal humans, 15 months is 1 year and 3 months. I really only know it’s 15 months because that’s what the doctor’s office is calling his appointment tomorrow. I assume it’ll be a good time filled with shots and confirming he’s up to 90 pounds and has a head the size of the average adult’s.
This kid has been BUSY since his birthday. And especially since moving up to the toddler room a few weeks ago (which is going MUCH better – he willingly trades me for a waffle at drop off and the bromance has been rekindled with his best friends so he’s not just hanging out in the corner by himself anymore). Jesse and I were talking the other day about how much busier he is. He was never what I’d call a chill child, but he’s constantly going now. He woke up at 6:30 in the am the other day ready to walk laps around the house and was mad when we put him to bed the other night because he had more laps to walk. It’s like he’s hiding a Fitbit in his diaper and will be damned if he doesn’t hit that 10,000 steps a day.
Speaking of walking, he’s not walking on his own yet, but he’s cruising like a champ and has mastered the walker to the point that it’s more of a run than a walk. He’ll also use anything as a walker – his music table, his dump truck, a kitchen chair. This kid has places to go and he does not care how he gets there.
Ever since he discovered standing is an option in life, he’s been on board. The difference now is he can get there on his own (including the middle of the night in his crib which is the saddest and most hilarious thing you’ve ever seen). He conquered pulling himself up to stand awhile ago and is now working on a) going from sitting to standing and b) standing without holding on to anything. B is going better than A. He’s hit 7ish seconds a few times, and regardless of how long it lasts, he is super proud of himself. Like giant cheesy “look what I did” smile/smirk proud of himself.
On the food front, we are officially done with bottles! Pulling those things out of the cabinet was one of the greatest days of my life. He’s also much more on board with real food. We went back to purees for a hot minute, but it’s been real food for awhile now. He’s still a much better eater at school than at home, but he’ll take down a peanut butter sandwich like it’s NBD. He’s also a big fan of Cheez Its, cheese cubes, and guacamole (we have to do it with a spoon because he gets mad when the chips slow him down). He was pretty on board with black bean soup last time I made it so we’ll see if that still stands when I make it again (we all know it won’t).
This was kind of a one off, but about a month ago, he basically put himself to bed. He took off crawling and crying down the hall in the direction of his room, and when I picked him up and put him in his crib, he immediately passed out. He hasn’t taken it to that extreme again, but when he’s ready for a nap or bed, he’ll crawl right past Jesse (or squirm off his lap) and reach for me to pick him up since he knows I’m the one who puts him down.
He’s pretty good at giving hugs, kisses (which is mostly just coming at your face with his mouth wide open), and high fives (which are my favorite because he always starts with me even when Jesse’s the one who asked for one). He finds brushing his teeth to be hilarious, but parting with the toothbrush tragic. Also on the list of things ruining his life: being forced to not roll over during diaper changes. He makes up for that pain and suffering by crawling either down the hall or into his closet to play with his stool (the kind you stand on, not the kind you pull out of his diaper – what kind of parents do you think we are?) while wearing nothing but a diaper. Clearly the adults are in charge over here.