2 Mommies and 2 Boys

Andrew is 15 months old today. I can’t freakin’ believe it!

As always, he is quite the little personality. I’m trying to think of all the new things he does.

He loves airplanes and birds, anything in the sky. We live near a tiny airport so many small planes fly overhead. When he starts to hear them, he points towards the sky, says “ehhhh” and usually throws his arms into the “I don’t know” pose when he doesn’t see it.

He dances. Well. Sort of.

He is doing very well with eating again. For some reason, he went through a week where he would eat almost nothing. Now, he is definitely pickier than he was but he is usually pretty content if you let him feed himself. Last night, this involve flinging ravioli, one of which I discovered stuck to the sliding glass door 15 minutes later.

He likes walking backwards. He will walk backwards across a room then sit down on whatever gets in his way.

Because of this, we’ve discovered that he can play the piano with his butt.

He likes standing and turning around and around. This just started. Not sure where it came from but he sometimes makes ga-ga noises when he does it.

He still doesn’t say much but he has said “yo-gurt” and we swear he’s said “kitty kat” a few times. He does say Ma-ma, but it’s more like ma-ma-ma-ma-maaaaaaaa. We think he says things from time to time like up, down, more, no, dog, and a few other things but they are not usually clear. He says Coo-kee very clearly and just tonight was saying MAAARRRR for more.

He will walk into a room, stick his belly out, slap his thigh, look up, look down, slap his thigh again, pull on his diaper, grab his belly, spit out his binky and giggle. He’s a riot.

He has a tendency to pull his socks off and smack himself in the head as he does it. He doesn’t usually cry and I try very hard not to giggle.

And he’s still very vocal. He blows raspberries, babbles endlessly and pretty much cracks us (and himself) up over and over again.

He’s definitely not a pushover kid. He wants what he wants, just as he always has. He has temper flares (bonfires, actually) when we say “no” and throws a fit if we don’t let him play on the stairs, take him in from outside, don’t let him push buttons on the computer, play with screwdrivers, knives, etc.

All he wants to do is be OUTSIDE!!!

He loves brushing his own teeth and recently has started using an electric toothbrush.

He discovered that the paper tower holder hangs low enough for him to pull out 150 sheets at once.

He can open the oven. He has located and rummaged through our junk drawer. And he’s figured out the child locks on the cabinets in the kitchen. We are running out of places to keep dangerous items.

He can be very cuddly and loving (sometimes), but it’s usually for a second then he’s off. He also listens well (sometimes) and if you tell him to bring Mama her shoes, he will pick them up and carry them to Mama.

He likes his books but we still don’t get to actually read through any of them. Even the baby’s first words books are pretty much an adventure in speedreading.

He loves sitting behind the wheel of a car and honking the horn. Thank you Mema and Pop-Pop for teaching him this.

He feels too advanced for sippy cups. He’d much rather use a glass with a straw. Of course, we have not mastered the “not turning the glass upside down” thing yet.

He’s discovered that he can stick his finger up his nose. Apparently, this is really funny to him.

He also discovered his pee-pee. We haven’t encountered too much of a problem with this yet because…well…he’s a chubby kid…and…let’s just say he can’t see it unless he’s sitting down.

He just wants to be free and go somewhere. He still has very little interest in TV. Which is totally fine with us.

He loves opening and closing doors. Especially the slider. He loves banging them shut, if at all possible.

He loves banging anything. Any new item or toy is tested against the hardwood floor, the heating vent and the pantry door for its noise potential.

He loves hugging stuffed animals, giving them kisses, saying “ahhhh” then throwing them down the stairs.

Even despite the constant temper tantrums and exasperation on his mommies’ part, we loved him to the ends of the earth.

He’s a little person. Our little boy is a toddler. When did that happen?