Little d continues to be on the move ALL THE TIME. Literally goes nowhere without running there. Speaking of running, I run to the library a few times a week with him and the BOB, and we have a great time singing songs with motions that he has gotten quite pro at [wheels on the bus, itsy bitsy spider, skiddle-ma-rinky-dink, 5 little monkeys, humpty dumpty and a dozen more]. The best part about this stage is that if he is upset while I am running or driving, all I have to do is start singing and he will happily forget about what made him upset and start doing the motions. Mickey Mouse is HUGE for this kid now. I know all the words to Mickey's Clubhouse theme song and the Hot Dog song, and they are a SURE thing to make him happy and start madly dancing. He has also started to notice Mickey on his pajamas and his diapers... which has lead to quite a phenomenon where he will throw a FIT if you do not give him the soiled diaper after he is changed, so that he can slam-dunk it into the trash, do a double fit pump and loudly say, "YEAH!" Case in point:
"I do it!"
"YEAH!"Oh, how I love this boy and I love this age. He may still be pushing kids around or hitting Kevs every once in a while, but he is still one of the sweetest boys I know. But with separation anxiety rearing its ugly head, there have been more tears this month than I know what to do with. We happily wave "bye-bye" to Mr. D, then my dad and DK as they leave for work/school but heaven forbid I go to the bathroom without taking him with me because then he just falls apart. I have even resorted to just letting him play with bath toys on the bathroom floor a few times in the last two weeks while I take a shower [he only wanted to join me once, baths are more his style].
My poor mother. If I have her watch little d [which doesn't happen as often as I should be taking advantage of, mostly due to the anxiety as of late], he will cry for mama and dada and then go around the house pointing to every picture of Mr. D and I, making sure she understands that he wants his mama and dada so she knows what they look like. The cool part about that is he finally has started consistently calling Mr. D "dada" and me "mama" or "mommy" [if you remember when we first got here at 14 months, he was referring to every one and every thing as "mama" kinda like a teenager with profanity issues]. He calls DK "nah-noh" or just "da", and while he cannot yet say grandpa or abuela, he can say mu-mo [my MIL] and is with "oo-ee" is tentatively working on ookie [my FIL].
Not to mention he is the perfect model. All I have to tell him is "Say teeth" and he says "teeth" as he shows me his teeth [see far right]. Perfect, I know, right?
Can't get enough of him? Yeah, me either. Why else would you be reading my blog?