1. He has learned every Sesame Street character's name. He only watches one (okay sometimes 2 if I need a break) episode in the morning while he eats breakfast and wakes up. And this morning he decided to give me a verbal rundown of the character list as they came on, as he points and yells, "Mama ba-tis on! (I have no idea why ba-tis is TV) Elmo! Cookies! Boger (Grover)! Abbey! Bah Dah (Big Bird) Bert! Eh-nie (Ernie!) Mummy! (Murry! This one is actually my favorite because it sounds like Mommy, although he only calls me momma).
2. We finally had his 18mo checkup today and he grew FOUR AND A HALF inches in the last 3 months. Uh maybe that's why he has been sleeping so dang much.
3. At his appointment, his doctor said, "Wow. He talks a LOT. A LOT. And in full sentences. Usually at this age they can speak 10-20 words. Do you know where he is?" I said, "Well I made a list the other day and I stopped counting somewhere around 220." Yeah. I know. His mother's son.
4. Yesterday, I asked him to help me bake cookies. He loves to help "cooooook" in the "kitten." So I got him his own bowl that he got to mix in (he loves the whisks!) and thought to myself, "ahh, maybe he will be a baker just like his momma." And then he found my wooden dowels for my cakes and pulled them out onto the counter. I hear "dum dum dum!" as he started to drum all over the counter. Yeah. I know. His father's son.
5. At this age, he is either making me laugh hysterically because he is being such a weirdo or making me question my sanity. Needless to say, we have our share of timeouts at our house (for both momma and baby). And now he is trying to talk his way out of them! He cries for the first 10 seconds and then tries to distract me by labeling (in rapid fire) and pointing at EVERYTHING in (and sometimes out of) the room, "Ball! Cracker! Book! Shoes! Pants! Belly! Toes! Cart! Hat! Car Car! Ohgut (yogurt)! Dit (sit)! Pecket (ketchup)! Mow (his lawnmower)! UhJay (Uncle Jay)! Cuhdin (cousin)!" Sometimes he's just so dang cute that it works.
6. He wakes up every morning talking. As soon as he wakes up. As soon. Or if I have to wake him up from his nap, the instant his eyes open, words are shooting out of his mouth. It's like they are connected: eyes open, mouth talks. First, he wants to tell us all about his crib, "Bear, puppy, bobie (Brobie), amb (lamb)!" (All of his stuffed animals he insists are in there with him.) Then onto what I can only assume is about his dreams, "uhuhboomgomamadadamamawpapawgopuzzlesbearshoesgopuzzlesbook!" All the words at once. Time for a 3 second snuggle. Then "down! go! door close!" And so our day begins.
7. He loves to "pin" AKA spin. He spins in circles while shouting "pin pin pin" until he gets dizzy and falls over. Then gets back up to try again, falls over and laughs. Then starts back over. Ironically, he sometimes also does this at the beginning of a tantrum...just starts spinning. Explain that one.
7. This age, they are just sponges. Soaking up everything you say. Which is awesome until an unnamed relative teaches him "idiot" (sidenote: that's how exactly how he says uncle elliot (ehdot). same. exact. way. kinda awesome). So it makes me pretty excited when we get to teach him things to do or say that are in no way, shape, or form necessary for life. Examples "raise the roof" where he lifts his arms up and shakes his hands. "Smelling like daddy" where go goes and gets daddy's deoderant and rubs it all over his belly. Holy Moley sounds like "moey ohey." Boogerhead sounds like "bohga-ed." Asking him to "sumo" and then he slowly (or quickly, depending on his mood) stomps both legs. Asking him "can you get mommy/daddy/mamaw/papaw/annon (Andy) or whoever is with us" leaves him running to the person just so he can tag them and run away from them giggling.
8. One of his FAVORITE books we read to him is his book about Moses and its the cutest thing eh-ver to ask him to pick out a book to read and and he "un un un!" (runs) over to the bookshelf and looks through all of this options while saying "Modis, Modis, Modis" until he finds it.
9. I think this pretty much says it all.
I. Love. My. Life.