As of yesterday at 7:29 p.m., my baby is officially 18 months old. A year and a half old. Already! Right?! That's just it, isn't it? I am totally guilty of babying him. Of not fully realizing that he is in fact not a little baby. He is quite capable of many a great things if I would only let him. I'm letting go of things in some areas, where as in others I'm dragging my feet. For example the other day I let him take bites of a whole banana. That's right, just like a big kid. And how happy it made him!
I was looking through the blog at these posts that I did for David, and thought for fun let's compare what David was doing versus what Dominic is doing. Wrong, I know. But I don't care. David had a lot more glorious hair that's for sure... but 18 months is such a fun age! They are starting to really get you, I think. They know things. Dom will go get his shoes if I ask him. That's a serious example of how much I'm shorting him. He's just a baby he doesn't know where his shoes are, I think. But uhm hey mom? I'm not.
So what does 18 months hold for my not-so-baby baby? He sleeps great, 7:30-5:30 or 6. All night long. The silent slumber I can get behind. He sometimes takes two naps a day but we are sort of transitioning to one. He has to sleep on his belly on top of Bunny, his round blue bunny I got him around Easter time. Whenever he sees an animal, whether it be a cow or a duck, he will make a sound like a goose makes. That's the best way to describe it. Pointing at the animal. It's my favorite.
He loves to snack, always carrying around a snack catcher and munching away, leaving a trail of crumbs behind him. He's a pretty good eater, so long as he can feed himself, because if he can't I suggest you assail your ears. He is just the best tantrum thrower. They are something to behold that is for certain. If something doesn't go his way he will instantly explode, turning and running into whatever it is he can find, or slamming his head into the ground. It's almost humorous. Almost.
Climbing on couches is his favorite sport. And running on couches! Loves that. He dances to music, waves goodbye before every nap, and loves to take whatever David is playing with. He loves to watch anything with Mickey, Blaze and the Monster Machines and Paw Patrol (the latter two his brother's favorites as well.).
When he gives hugs he pats your back ever so gently. And my heart bursts.
Dominic at sixteen months. one year. eleven months. ten months. nine months. eight months. seven months. six months. five months. four months. three months. two months. one month. birth.