Our little Graham boy is getting so big. He is 15 months old now. He is such a funny little person--I can see his ideas getting bigger and bigger, and his desires to be doing his own thing and following in the footsteps of his big brother also increasing. This has meant an uptick in screaming and almost-tantrums. But oh, my goodness, he has also been so cute lately that I can handle the craziness.
He understands so much more now than he did just a few months ago. In just the last few weeks, he has learned a lot of words--not that anyone else could understand them other than us--"trash truck" (seriously--although he uses it to mean any big loud truck), "trash," "socks," "baba." He also says Dada and dog (sound the same) and has occasionally said Mama but not all that often. He can point to his belly button (so cute!) and flicks his ears when you say "ear." He understands when you're talking about food and has been known to do the sign for "all done," although he is very stubborn and usually doesn't want to oblige us, instead just throwing his food on the floor when he's done (shocking!). He likes to be grumpy sometimes and has started to hit me when I tell him "no." If he can't reach me, he screeches to show his displeasure. I was telling Tommy yesterday that he sounds just like a Nazgul from Lord of the Rings. Many afternoons this week he has just walked around screaming nonstop, looking for something to get mad about. It is really cute and funny, and naughty.
He still loves reading books, LOVES dogs whenever he can see them, loves going down slides by himself (we taught him how to turn himself around and go down on his stomach and it's the cutest/most hilarious thing ever), loves berries (the kid would exist on a diet of only blueberries if he were allowed), and loves his DAD. He spent all day today wandering around looking angry about life, and then the minute Tommy got home he was all smiles. This was probably because Tommy immediately started tickling him and letting him chew on his chin, which Graham loves... and I guess my attempts to snuggle him and entertain him are not as good as that. (Duh.)
Graham really has gotten so good at going to bed. We can ask him, "Are you ready for your nap?" And he will say "Es" for "yes", and start whimpering in a really happy way. He loves his blankie and pubby, and the minute I close the curtains and turn on the sound machine he just snuggles up, lays his head on my shoulder, and rubs his blankie while I sing him a couple of songs. It is the most precious part of my day. Even when he is being totally wild--which happens all the time--he is always snuggle and motionless while going to bed. And there's no crying at bedtime at all. It's wonderful.
Graham is a great eater as long as you feed him what he wants. And once he decides he's done, that's it. Any bite you trick him into opening his mouth for will get dribbled out and all over his shirt the minute he realizes it's there. He will eat berries all day long, cheese, and bread. But he won't eat PB and J (come ON) for more than 3 bites and it takes a lot of work to get him to eat much actual dinner.
The biggest thing about this age is that he is everywhere, all the time. He just wanders around the house finding things to play with and getting into things. This is great while we're home--I don't mind him making messes. But it's stressful when we go out and about. If we go swimming or to the park, I have to be literally holding his hand or hovering over the top of him so he doesn't throw himself off the play structure or try to dive into the water (both of which he attempts all the time). And I'm just picturing our travels this summer to visit our family--it is not going to be very relaxing, trying to keep him safe from himself the whole time we're staying at different houses. Oh, people complain about two-year-olds, but at least they aren't falling down stairs and choking on door stoppers! It will be worthwhile even if it is a lot of work.
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