We had Will's 18 month check up last Thursday. How did he become 18 months? Wasn't it just yesterday I was holding that sweet little bundle in my arms and getting to know him? It seems like it to me, in some ways. In others, it seems like an eternity ago...and for a lot of reasons, that's good. It needs to have been an eternity ago. Though it was a wonderful time, it was a difficult time. God is good.
At 18 months, Will weighed in at 24 lbs and 7.5 oz. He was 32 inches long with a head circumference of 19 inches. He has dropped a little in his weight percentages and has leveled off some in the height department. Still measuring a little long and lean though.
Will never ceases to crack me up at the doctor's office. Will loves people. Most of the time all people. It's been said of him, "I've never known a happier baby." "I've never know a baby who was just so outgoing..." But then there is the Will that the nurse at the doctor's office knows, and it's quite possible she would say of him, "I've never know such a brat." (then I'd kick her in her face)
Will does not like the nurse. At all. Any of them. He does not think taking his temps and his O2 levels are something that anyone has the right to do. He screams and flails his way through the entire process, that's right folks-the easy stuff. Will does NOT like the nurse. Then we have a few minutes of exam room bliss while we read books, gaze out the window, attempt to scale the exam table, drop our goldfish we aren't supposed to be eating on the floor and crunch them, etc... before sweet Ms. Joy (or one of the doctor's) comes in to check Will out. Will loves the doctors. All of them. They might say of him "I've never seen such a charming young man..." and by golly, I'd argue they were right!
He loves the stethescope, the lighted ends of the ear and eye exam tool (I have no idea what that's actually called), the reflex "hammer", and massage he gets as they check out his unmentionables. He loves it all. So, why the sudden shift in opinion about being examined? I have no idea. But, nonetheless, he is happy. I am happy. Doctor is happy. Nurse can kiss it. :) (just kidding...we LOVE our nurses. Well, at least the other three of us do)
Will has really started seeming a little boy to us in the past couple months. He has started putting together short phrases, and is doing a lot better about communicating verbally with us. He understands pretty much anything you ask him or tell him to do. He will typically do whatever you request, as long as he thinks it's a great idea. :) He adores his puppy. He feeds him, rubs him, covers him up to go to bed, gives him joosh and me-yulk to drink, and kiss, kiss, kisses him all day long. Some of this favorite things to do right now are play anything Walker is playing, build blocks, dance to the Power Rangers theme song (or any other song), take a bath, play outside and play "datch" with the ball. Except he can't "datch", he can only throw. I think his absolute favorite thing of the moment is playing Cliff's guitar. He has a word for guitar that sounds nothing like guitar and I don't know that I can put it into letters, but we recognize it when he says it. The boys loves music so much.
He has a few funny quirks we have noticed lately. His brother had a slew of them. Either Will's are late blooming, or he just has less. One of them is that he does not like my hair to come out from behind my ears. We found this out on accident. One night I was scratching my head and lifted my hair and left it fall where it may. He immediately started shaking his head no, said "NO" very emphatically and started trying to push my hair behind my ears. When I moved it back, he nodded yes and smiled. So, of course I let it fall again. And again. And again. Same reaction every single time. So funny.
Another is that he doesn't like Shaye to take her glasses off. He will basically do the same thing as he does with my hair, only with her glasses. Both my boys like things to be the way things are "supposed" to be, that's for sure!
Will is a bit of an aggressive child at 18 months, and honestly has been since he could move himself around. He thinks nothing of smacking you in the face. He hits when he gets mad. If he sees Walker sitting in my lap, or loving on me, he walks over and smacks him in the face as hard as he can, or shoves him and says "NO MOMMY!" Oh, that boy. He was supposed to be my easy one. So much for that. :)
He loves his big brother. He likes to wrestle with Walker and they are so cute when they do it!
He has just recently started showing an interest in TV. He likes to watch Bubble Guppies, Curious George and Power Rangers. (I know, I know...violence at such a young age...)
Here are a list of some of the phrases, off the top of my head, Will can say at 18 months- be bigh back (be right back), beed bocks (build blocks), go out dayer (go out there), eat nack (eat snack), get you, hey dadeee, hey mommy, eat peeba (eat pizza), go ow-ide and feed puppy.
Here are a list of the words he commonly uses these days-ooar (guitar, in the closest form that i can think of), eat, nack, eew (he says this about poop), tink (stink), puppy, nolnone (colson), mammie (grammie), Papa (poppy), say (shaye), ow dayer (out there), no, up, out, on, yight (light), bubba, two, dee (three), datch (catch), ball, ome (home), dain (rain), tees (teeth), ouse (house), ow-ide (outside), ay-oom (playroom), uh oh, joosh (juice), me-ulk (milk), ert-ert (yogurt), cheese, beans, peas, yeed (read), ook (book), honk, om (give me some of that to eat), ummy (yummy), peeba (pizza), ipe (wipe), dider (diaper), tuut-ees (cookies), dain doo (thank you), peese (please), deah (deer), duck, and wack (quack)
Oh, he also does NOT like to go to bed. I do miss the version of my sweet Will that was the perfect night night baby. He screams at bedtime. A lot. For hours. He is not a child you can go soothe. He wants nothing to be with being loved on, bounced, rocked or any of that mess. He wants OUT of your arms and he wants to run as fast as he can to escape. He is close to getting out of his crib. He's done it once, but hasn't done it since and it's been a few weeks. He tries from time to time, and I am just hoping he isn't successful anytime in the near future. I am just not ready for that stage at all. Especially with how difficult he is being at bedtime these days. And on that note, I better go tend to him. Halfway through this blog I got him out of bed and he's running around quacking with the ducks on Bubble Guppies as I type. Parenting at it's finest... :)
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