Just a day or so into your 14th month, your Gigi said, "Can you close that cabinet?" And you slowly, deliberately, even-seemily-sweetly shook your little head twice to give your answer--"No." And you haven't stopped. You spent the next couple of days shaking your head "No" as often as possible. It was actually pretty funny. It has lessened a bit lately; although you still do it when applicable.
You point to the pictures of "Dada" that are around the house and tell me all about them. In the last month or so, your babbling and language has increased, and in the last few months you have also been willing to attempt to repeat words when we ask you. I asked you a question the other day, and your babbling back had the exact "sound" and intonation as "I don't know." I'm sure that's what you said! Even though I don't know much of what you babble about, you certainly understand most everything we say--I hope we haven't ruined your Christmas surprises!
You came and found me in the laundry room, told me "uh oh!" took my hand and walked me to the living room, saying "uh oh" all the way. When we got in there, the credits were rolling on the television. The "uh oh" was that the show was over! You were ready for some more singing and dancing entertainment.
You recently asked me for your bottle, and I think I said something about not being sure where it was. You fussed and fussed, and took my hand. I humored you, and you led me to one of the backward facing chairs in the living room, where you had thrown your bottle, and then, you or Spencer had thrown toys and blankets on top of it. You took me to the chair and continued to tell me "baba" and "uh oh," until I realized it was wedged in there with the other stuff. I got it out for you, and walked off pretty impressed at your communicative abilities and, of course, perseverance to be heard in our family. That scenario reminded me a lot of your brother at your age. You two are smart kiddos. I have to work to stay caught up, I've pretty much given up trying to stay "ahead."
One Sunday morning this month, Miss Julie moved you up to the toddler room in Sunday school, mainly because the baby room was full of babies, some of which weren't so happy. She knew if there was any baby who would do fine in the toddler class, it would be you. You were very tired that morning, but you did fine. You had insisted on having someone else's dad hold you (twice) when he was there to pick up his own child. He was holding you when I came in, and I think he felt awkward. He assured me that you had fussed at him until he held you, twice; I told him him that I had no doubt you fussed him in to holding you. You love "dada's."
Lately, you so enjoyed taking out every single piece of plastic cutlery from a large ziploc bag, and then you enjoyed helping me clean it up. You insisted that I hold the bag open, and you put in one piece after another. You definitely quit before everything was picked up, but just the part you did reminded me what a true toddler you are these days. Your baby days seem to be coming to an end.
Spencer is your favorite wrestling partner. You love to pick a (play) fight with him to get him to chase you and tickle you. You also love to ambush him when he's on ground level. You run up and grab his head, pull his hair, jump on him, slobber on him, etc. When he is also in the mood, it is so cute. When he's not in the mood, I'm very concerned that he is going to really hurt you, but so far, so good. He manages to keep his cool until I can pull you off of him.
While you love to play with him, you have also shown some times when you attempt to help me take care of him. You're very upset when he is in trouble (screaming), and yesterday you saw me packing everything up for us to get out the door and you found his shoe in the shoe basket and walked it over to him. You've tried to put his shoes and socks on him before this many times, but I'd never seen you take such initiative. Ha! And he's certainly never returned the favor!
Getting pictures of the two of you is getting harder. I don't for see it getting any easier any time soon; but y'all are so precious, I will keep trying.
Here, you were so excited about watching "Old King Cole." You love the singing and the dancing; and you dance along. I've captured some of your dancing on video tape. You have the funniest little moves. You move your arms back and forth and you move your hips back and forth. If the music is fast, you just do the same thing really fast. Sometimes you involve your shoulders too. You'll stomp your feet and clap your hands, and every now and then you wave your hands over your head.
You have been telling us when it's time for your bedtime recently; and you do not let up until we put you to bed. Spencer started doing much, much younger than you; but I'm so glad you feel positively about going to bed now. It's probably only been in the last couple of months that you don't cry when we put you to bed every night. You're bonding with your bedtime routine--only took fourteen months! You've had a cold (or three) all month, and you still take one nap a day. One day this month you took two naps, per your request, probably because you were sick. You were up a ton that night. I think this has been your best month in terms of sleeping, though. You've had about least three times of sleeping until 5 am for three nights in a row. We're all hoping this is the month you learn how to make it through every night. Fourteen months was the magic month for Spencer.
You love playing outside with Spencer, and you're trying to scale the play kitchen like he does, so it's about to go back into storage until you're a little older. You're keeping us on our toes; but God knew I'd never be happy living a boring life. We love the wiggly dancing and even the close calls you have brought to our family. Love you, sweat pea, stay off the side tables!