Do I stop counting the months after they turn 1? Or does it only apply after they hit 24 months, erm I mean 2 years old. Doesn’t matter.
If you didn’t notice, I conveniently left out writing about my little man turning 13 months – wasn’t too great a month with the start of tantrums and me often being caught off-guard while trying to speed read my way around parenting blogs for potential tantrum management tips. But now that I’ve come to terms with even the-sweetest-boy-has-a-temper and knowing that I’d probably appreciate reading his monthly progress again come his 2nd birthday, am so not letting slip his 14 months development. Let’s roll!
Where do I start…on his progress since he turned 1. Ahh, personality.
We were having brunch earlier today when the little fella started flashing his cheekiest and friendliest grin to anyone that would have eye contact with him. Accompanied by a very adorable, continuous wave. This social butterfly is obviously starting young. And then he annoyed me to bits when he started mimicking my actions, even the no-nonsense ones where I point a finger in front of him to make a…point. I couldn’t help but broke out in laughter of course which I obviously must control my tickle bone more of in future. Like how am I going to ever get serious with him if he makes continuous giggles out of everything thinking that it’s hilarious.
So yes, mimicking is also on his list of to-do these days. Basically I think it stems from being more aware and improving more of ’em motor skills but more often that not, his mimicking of our actions is fun to watch! Although it’s also probably about time I be more mindful about accidental usage of less desirable actions 😀
He still pretty much crawls to where he pleases, sometimes standing on his own for a decent duration just enough to taunt me & get me all excited for a bit to witness his first step forward, and prefers to cruise his way around non-living objects than to take my hand for assistance. Stubborn little boy! Steps are still an all-time favourite terrain and he’s recently mastered how to come down steps properly, on his own. That caught me by surprise when he did it one fine day. 1 year old and self-taught? Take my breath away!
He also finally reached 10kg on the scales this month, woohooooooo, only to lose some of it to a high fever. Eck. Needless to say, I got my share of sleepless nights, holding on to a thermometer in the bed just so that I could take his temperature every hour, sponging till my hands wrinkled just to get his temperature down by a few decimals and dark eye circles that even La Mer Eye Concentrate won’t be able to salvage. Happy to report that he got better soon enough and that’s all that matters! And big thanks to lovely ladies that kept checking in with me on his status and one even coming down to deliver some oils to help alleviate the high fever on such short notice.
Eating? Still pretty much the good eater, except that he now shows his food preferences based on the speed he consumes them. Parsnips? Let’s keep mom up by asking me to open my mouth using 100 different ways and toys for a good hour till she gives up. Mee Sua? Slurrrrrp, done in 15-20 minutes. Thankfully sneakingly putting least preferred veggies in cottage pies has worked so far. He loves his cottage pies or anything with potatoes.
Talking? Nah! Although one day we thought we heard him attempt to say “upstairs” while climbing. Okay, maybe both of us must have been dreaming. Mama is still his favourite word for now but unfortunately it’s often used for instances he needs some “rescuing” from. Like from diaper changing. Or from the cot when he wakes. Or from the high chair at the cafe he’s been sitting on for a long while.
Learning? Amazing! One morning I asked “where’s Dudley the dog?” and he crawled into his play area, tossed the books which was sitting on top of the dog puppet he has, took it and handed it to me. Woah! Another morning, I said “Liam, let’s read a book”, again he crawled into his play area, went to a pile of books and picked out his favourite flap book. Woah! Probably other peers his age are already doing this but I always forget what a big boy Liam is! So little actions such as these always make my day.
Swimming? Still the aqua bambino that he is, being increasingly comfortable with and in water. Plus seeing papa-son bonding in action is a bonus!
Coincidentally, it’s also been a month since I started work, and funny how both Liam & I seem even more excited to see each other on mornings when I head to the office. I can’t believe how independent he’s become since I started work yet it’s also through work that I realize just how much I miss being around him. A lovely, lovely reminder indeed.
Happy 14 months my little mr.
I pray that you grow up healthy, grow up wise. Grow up with good faith, abundance of love and a beautiful heart.