Hi Louise (wave) and Tammy! Thanks for delurking.
And a big hello to everyone else, all my lovely friends who regularly stop by to chat and keep a SAHM sane :)
Well, our little Rabbit is fourteen months old. Wow!
My prediction last month was spot on, wasn't it? You are walking!!! You can walk clear across the room. First you started standing unaided. Then you could squat down to pick something up off the floor, and stand up again. Then you took your first tentative step. Then three. Then five. And now you can walk, ooooh, twenty steps or so. Arms out, feet planted widely, knees all wobbly. Totter, totter, totter.
(Yeah, I know - he's holding on. I just realised that we have yet to capture walking unaided on film! Yikes. Please excuse the nappy background)
Your favourite thing to do is to trundle around the house behind your doggie walker. You’ve learnt to maneuver it so that you can go clear around the house. You trundle up and down the hallway and as you catch sight of me, you beam me a huge smile.
Grandma measured you against the wall today and you are 76cm tall. You have grown an amazing 25cm since you were born. That’s half your birth length! This month you have cut three of your 12 month molar teeth. Three all together. At the same time! There were many restless nights while they were coming through, but considering that you were cutting lots of big teeth, you did amazingly well. We’re still waiting for the fourth to appear. Judging from your “irritability” score at the moment (lol, I love that word – it sounds so innocuous; nothing like it really is!) it’s imminent.
As well as walking, this month you have also started saying words. First you said “toes”. You said it perfectly, while holding onto them, just so that there was no misunderstanding. It made my heart stop. To catch the sound of your voice. To hear you say a word with that beautiful baby voice. It made me catch my breath. I wanted you to repeat it. I wanted to listen to that baby voice for ever. I guess I’ll laugh about that in years to come, when I will probably wish that you’d shut up and give me a moment’s peace!
Now, in addition to “toes”, you can say “nose” and “Jash”, which is Jamie-speak for Jak (or indeed any dog). At the beginning of this month you were very interested in our noses. Now you regularly point to our noses, eyes, ears and mouths. And you understand shoes and hats. When we leave shoes lying around you bring them to us and put them on top of our feet. And if you get hold of a hat you try to put it on your head.
Talking of putting things on your head, you have also learnt to instigate peek-a-boo. After you’ve finished eating, you hold your flannel up to your face and then whip it away and grin as we call “peek-a-boo”. Sometimes you forget to hold the flannel up and simply drop your eyes to the ground. Then you raise them again with a brilliant smile and expect us to cry “peek-a-boo”. You hide behind Daddy’s legs or around the corner of the couch and peek out, expecting me to play.
You understand light switches now and loving turning the patio lights on and off. That light switch is the only one low enough for you to reach. You know you’re not supposed to, but you still like to. The other night you were playing with the power point in the passageway. I came out of the lounge room to see what was occupying you. And there you were, sitting at the power switch, toggling the switches up and down and pointing up at the passageway lights, “errr!, you protested. You must have figured that the switches in the passageway skirting board would work the hallway lights. You seemed quite puzzled that they didn’t.
When Grandma rings on the ‘phone, she often has a quick chat with you, so it’s not surprising that have learnt about telephones. I often hear you babbling away and, when I look over, I see that you have your toy ‘phone up to your ear and you’re talking away animatedly. You even punctuate your “conversations” with laughter. “Hahaha!” you laugh. It must be a good approximation of what I sound like when I’m on the ‘phone.
You are a great mimic. In the morning when I’m brushing my teeth, you point to your little toothbrush and cry out “dis!” and I have to get it for you so that you can brush your teeth too. You stand there with your toothbrush in your mouth and jiggle it up and down, just like Mummy.
You’ve started to master using a spoon when you’re eating. But you much prefer to squish the food around in your hands, feeling it ooze between your fingers and trying to shove great handfuls in your mouth, hand included. You are still a brilliant little eater and eat a huge variety of foods.
You adore books and just in the last couple of days have started to bring me a book and want to crawl up in my lap and read with me. You point to all the animals and cry “dat!”. And I have to name them all for you.
Daddy was on holidays for a couple of weeks this month and you became quite attached to him. Now you cry if he leaves the room, when you have to say goodnight to him and when he goes to work in the morning. I think he’s quite moved that you love him so much. It's a wonderful thing to watch your attachment to each other grow.