My Boys

Sometimes I get SO caught up in other things that are going on that I forget that I need to talk about my little guys on here. I WANT to talk about them so I can go back and read what was going on with them at that certain time. I mean 1 and 4 are some pretty cool ages, wouldn’t you agree?

So, if you aren’t up for an update on my little men you are dismissed.

Little G had his 15-month check-up last week. He did get 3 vaccinations (including the MMR) and he weighed in at 22 lbs. and measured 29.5 inches. Our pediatrician called him a “little person.” No lie. He’s only in the 3rd percentile for his height. Should I be worried? I guess not at this stage but it still makes me feel like he’s somewhat small.

He’s gotten over last week’s pink eye and is pretty much back to normal except for that big ole molar that is making it’s way through on his left side. It’s SO hard to be the baby…

He toddles around here like he owns the place, making the sign for milk and really wanting juice (he gets VERY little juice) and slappin’ his big brother around a little bit. Like yesterday, they were after the same toy and he may be small but he wasn’t backin’ down.

Everytime the phone rings he’s ready to talk to “Dada!” even if it’s not him. He even calls me “Dada.” It gets a little confusing.

I did leave him crying on his first day of school but he still had a good day there and even managed a nap (he’s not very good about napping in other places).

I honestly cannot get enough of the smell of his hair and his sweet baby skin. Maybe that is part of the reason why he is still nursing. Yep, he is. Hopefully we can taper off more or be done by the time I go on the “girls” trip I have planned at the end of October. Daddy really hopes so anyway. If not, guess it will happen then! : )

He LOVES being outdoors and dogs and birds. He squeals with delight even if he sees a dog on a commercial. No, we are NOT getting one, sorry G. He also loves his board books and likes to point at the pictures on the pages very forcefully with his index finger. We have a Sandra Boyton book called Snuggle Puppy in which I have made up a little song and he knows when we get to the page where I start singing because he starts to dance. It’s entirely TOO cute!

At 15 and half months I think he is the cutest little toddler on the planet and I adore his baby babbles, laughs, and the way he paints his bare belly with the yogurt I let him have control over. You gotta let go sometime.

Then there’s The B Man. This kid never ceases to either amaze or amuse me. Regretably I do not write down everything he says and does and I SHOULD because I mean it, he is a stitch. And smart too. And I can brag here because I am pretty sure he didn’t get most of those smarts from me. I mean the kid uses the word “ridiculous” on a regular basis. Correctly. Hmmmm…. wonder what he’s referring to…

He currently has 2 sets of clothes. “Nice” clothes and “Junk” clothes. Nice clothes are what he wears out of the house, to school, church, playgroups, etc. Junk clothes are what he wears here around the house that consists of 3 or 4 pairs of knit shorts and one of many has-been-washed-18,000-times t-shirts. Let me add that the minute we get home from being out in the Nice clothes he has to change into the Junk clothes. Yeah, that’s the way he rolls.

Right now his favorite show is “Super Why” and I have to admit it’s a great show for kids learning to read and isn’t that hard to have in the background while I am blogging cleaning house.

Speaking of reading, he’s certainly on his way. We “sound-out” easy words all the time and when he asks me how to spell something I make him help me spell it. He does pretty darn good too. He can write his name and most things after I write it for him once. Of course he’s my first kid so I think he’s a genius. Work with me people.

Also there are NO secrets with this child. I’m just warning you, if you don’t want everyone within a 5 mile radius to know what is going on with you, don’t tell The B Man. I learned this the hard way.

He still loves his Thomas trains and DVDs and books. I think we’ve checked out all the Thomas books from the library at least 4 times – I finally bought one of his favorite ones. He likes to play out the stories on his train table and I have to say that is pretty cute to hear. He’s so serious about it too. Oh and he STILL doesn’t like Little G messin’ with his trains. It’s a battle I have to referee every day…

Last night as we were saying his prayers he suprised me by reciting a new prayer we’d been learning, all by himself. I was so proud. He really is growing up. Further proof – he walked right into his preschool classroom on Tuesday and never looked back.

He tells me he loves me a lot and and does this cute thing (oh it’s so cute!) where he comes up and says, “Hug Mommy” and he hugs my legs. Then he looks up at me and says “Let’s do this forever.” And I say “Okay.” Then he goes to leave and says, “Let’s pretend like we are doing it forever Mommy.”

Ok, let’s.