Alternative title: ABCs, 123s and vroom-vroom-vrooms
It’s been a hot minute since I did an update on our little man. But pretty soon he’ll be two (two … TWO! Hold me), so I wanted to take advantage of the last time I’ll be counting his age in months. Maybe.
A lot has developed these past six months, but the biggest update is that sometime around Fall, his vocabulary exploded. Today he can count to 10 (and repeats “toon-teen” for every number after ten), recognizes most colors, sings his ABCs and calls out the names of everyone in our family. He loves words and points out letters of the alphabet everywhere he sees them, from his books and toys to store signs and my laptop keyboard. He says please and thank you (sometimes without us telling him to). He’s a boss at making animal noises (ask him what sound a wolf makes). And he’s learning the art of negotiation with the phrase “one more” (which coincidentally sounds a lot like “una mas,” so maybe he’s learning Spanish in his sleep).
Best of all, we never have a shortage of “eye-yoo”s (I love you) and big, audible kisses from him upon request. He is an overall sweetheart … except for when he’s throwing major shitfits because he doesn’t wanna go to bed or sit in his high chair.
Favorite words: NO, outside, cold, hot, bless you, plane, bird, bug, again, one more, mess, uh oh, awesome (thanks, DJ Lance Rock), ice cream, butt, fart, amen, and Jesus (right now every statue or anyone with a beard is “Cheesis”). He also loves reciting everyone’s names during our bedtime prayers, including his own (“Cacas”).
I just realized I used the words “fart” and “Jesus” in the same sentence.
These days he is a sponge and a human parrot (a spongy parrot) who will soak up, remember and repeat everything he hears and sees. This makes for some interesting moments, like when Daddy is screaming profanities at the TV during a UFC fight, or when Mommy drops the F or S bomb in every other sentence. (And the Parents of the Year award goes to…)
Slap-on-the-forehead moments: Pointing to a guy bending over and shouting “bu-butt!” And saying “vroom-vroom” every time he sees someone on a wheelchair.
Take & Toss straw cups • slip-on shoes • mini drum set • B-woofer guitar •
LeapFrog phonics factory • My Pal Scout • play food • washable crayons
(Not pictured: my wallet, our phones, empty medicine bottles and my nail polish)
He’s also a huge fan of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, the Small Potatoes songs, the Ting Tings’ happy birthday song, and most especially the balloon song by the Postmarks. I’ve already decided that for his second birthday I’m just gonna fill up every inch of his room with balloons and play this over and over again all day long.
Favorite activities: Being outdoors. Watching us cook in the kitchen. Saying hi to every kid he passes. Reading. Going down the slide. Pointing at everything in the sky (planes, birds, stars, the moon). And using any object remotely shaped like a drum or guitar as that instrument. He will bang on anything from our pots and pans to the takeout boxes at restaurants, and one time we caught him strumming his Fisher Price corn popper like a guitar and singing at the top of his lungs up and down the hallway.
Least favorite activities: Being inside, shopping at the mall (though he doesn’t seem to really mind Target – a kid after my own heart), brushing his teeth, hearing the word “no,” staying in the cry room at church for more than 5 minutes, and going to sleep before 9. Help me.
Favorite foods: Watermelon, strawberries, cheese crackers, Hawaiian bread, cheese sticks, Greek yogurt, Cheerios, frozen yogurt, eggs, pizza, spaghetti, rice, apples and chicken from Chipotle (again, after my own heart).
Whew, that was a lot. And that wasn’t even half of it. The overall theme here is that he’s growing up so fast and constantly surprises us by how observant he is and the new things he learns every day. I wish I could capture every single moment: how he pronounces certain words, how he holds his spoon and even how he drives us crazy enough to warrant a timeout. Seemingly everything he does nowadays either makes us laugh, beam with pride or both. Like the way he calls his grandma “Mang-ang,” says “fiffa fee” every time we pass by something that looks like a Christmas tree, and thinks that everything on the ground is a “bug.” Or how he plays with a spoon and bowl of water in the bathtub and says he’s cooking “eggies” or “noo-nuhls” (noodles). Or how he grabs my hand to put against his cheek when he’s in his car seat or crib so he can sleep on it. And how he sings along to the balloon song (aka says the last word of every line), and insists that everyone join his drum-and-guitar band.
This is such a fun age and I don’t want to forget any of it. Am I ready for next month when he turns two? Vroom.