My kid is ONE. A whole, entire year old! How did that even happen? Where does the time go? He was a newborn just last week and now he’s refusing to walk more than 5 steps unless I distract him with grapes. Time needs to just slow back down to its snail’s pace from when I was in high school. I just want to hold on so tightly to Ró and never let him slip away. Is that really so much to ask?
Movement- Ró is a kid on a mission… to trick Mama into thinking he doesn’t know how to crawl. He’ll walk if he has something in his hand or isn’t paying attention to what he’s doing, but he’s back on his bum crawling as soon as he realises what he’s done. He’s lickity split crawling, but I can hardly wait for him to take off on two legs. Dancing is a whole different story, though, and Ró loves to boogy down. His favourite tunes are the ones he plays on his vast collection of tiny instruments. You’d never guess that he comes from such a musical family or anything! We listen to a lot of NPR during the day, but I’m trying to play more music since he loves it so darn much.
Talking- We’ve been signing with Ró since the day he was born, so he’s got the important ones down, but he also has quite the verbal vocabulary. I hadn’t been counting them until his pedi asked at his 12 month check up about how many he says, but he’s super far ahead of what’s expected at his age. Right now he says between 15 and 20 words (some more often than others), but what’s expected is only 1-2. I credit all the in depth conversations I have with him about feminism and our hours reading. I’m one proud mama!
Books- This kid loves them. All the time. It doesn’t even matter if someone isn’t reading them to him, he crawls right over and takes care of business himself. At a friend’s birthday party he was kind enough to take all his buddy’s new books and read them for him, just to make sure they were good enough.
Sleep- We’re cutting molars right now and are still adjusting to life back home, so he’s been a little more restless, but I’ve always been lucky in the night-sleeping department. Naps, however, are a totally different story…
Games- Itsy Bitsy Spider, the ASL alphabet, and peekaboo are big right now-I mean BIG. Ró has also learned to boof tummies; by the time he finishes his face and my tummy are both covered in spit and we’re both in stitches laughing. My heart melts. At the playground he’s able to climb all the way up the toys himself, but loves it when I hold his arms to help him slide down then swing him back up again. My little lad has spent hours giggling away, signing “more” eagerly after each go down the slide.