This little guy is going to turn 15 months old on Friday.
Early toddlerhood is by far the most fun age for me, I think. Newborns are great with all their smooshyness and sweetness and they smell amazing, and older kids are independent and can do stuff on their own and have interesting conversations with you. But newborns are also SO. MUCH. WORK. and older kids have attitudes and talk back and fight with their siblings. Right now, even with the occasional tantrum when we take something dangerous away from him (KNIVES FROM THE DISHWASHER. MY LAPTOP CORD. A GLASS BEER BOTTLE.), Zach mostly just wants to play and eat bananas and babble and give slimy kisses and giggle at his sisters. He’s a lot of fun.
15 months is the exact age that Audrey was when I lost my fool mind and decided I wanted to have a third baby. So it’s a good thing Dan and I got ourselves both fixed, is what I’m saying.
Some things about Zach:
He’s still wearing 6-9 month clothes.
He loves combs and brushes (looooves to brush his own hair), bananas, strawberries, carrying around sticks and anything slightly resembling a stick, pushing stuff on wheels, and going in and out of doorways.
He flipping LOVES books. And playing in his sisters’ room.
When I bring him his waffle at breakfast, he blows it off just like I do. He shakes his head “no” very clearly and distinctly, which (while sometimes UNWELCOME, SIR) is usually helpful. Okay, no, you do NOT want anymore milk. Noted.
He dances to the various theme songs from the tv shows the girls watch. His favorite seems to be Doc McStuffins, followed closely by Jake and The Neverland Pirates. He bounces on his legs and has started wiggling his shoulders and I keep trying to catch it on video but have failed. Just imagine the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, that’s basically it.
He still sleeps folded in half a lot of the time, but has started stretching out on his belly and his back. He loves binkies as much as his sisters did, making us three for three on Binky Junkies.
He is starting to say a few words. “Uh-oh” is his first and most clear. He says “ma ma ma ma ma” but I don’t think he’s saying it to mean ME. I think he means MILK. Because of course. HE signs “milk”, “all done”, and “eat”. (These are all vital communication tools for any toddler, you know.) He also has started saying “ah-geeeee” which we think means Maggie and she’s pretty thrilled about that! He also- and I SWEAR Dan and I both have heard this on separate occasions- has tried to say “alligator” multiple times after being interested in the alligator stuff in his room. ALLIGATOR. Sounds like “aa-ger” and sometimes “aa-la-ger”. BUT HE WON’T SAY MAMA. STINKER.
He is just overall a very happy guy. He wakes up in the best mood, wanders around the house, making a mess and babbling all day, eats, takes a nap, wakes, then repeats it all over again.
He has ticklish thighs and crazy hair and ticklish collarbones. He has stinky feet and loves playing outside and is constantly covered in filth. He is a BOY and I really had no idea how much different raising a boy could be at this age, but it is SO different. The energy is different! Better? More awesome? I don’t know, I really loved my toddler girls. But this guy… he has me wrapped around his pinkie pretty tightly.
How could he not?