- He's now an official walker--- he has been for a while, but now he hardly ever crawls. The last couple of weeks at church I've had to chase after him so he doesn't leave Relief Society without me.
- He also talks all the time. Obviously, he knows 'ball;' he also knows cup, count (as in Count Von Count from Sesame Street), dog, cat, eye, Dada and Mama. Others are not so clear, such as: piper=diaper, 'ck'= drink/chicken/monkey, pa=pool (we've been there a lot lately), and BaBa = baby/belly/belly button/bath or big bird.
He still eats anything and everything---except peas. I think this contributes to his size---people are shocked when we say he's 14 months old. It doesn't surprise me though; the only 12 month size he wears now are his shorts and that won't last much longer.
- He's still loves to read. Some of his favorites include his Sesame Street books (what can I say, he's a fan), Little book about Jesus, First Animals, and Around the House (pictured).
- He's starting to understand simple commands and our daily routines. The other day I told him to give me his cup so I can fill it up and he did so, following me all the way to the kitchen baby gate. He also knows what it means to change his diaper, take a bath, find his books and toys, watch Phineas & Ferb or Sesame Street, and go outside to the car/pool. It's actually quite adorable.
UNTIL he throws fits when he doesn't get what he wants. He already throws his body down, curves his back and makes crazy 'sad' faces. Most of the time, we talk him down; occasionally he'll have to sit restricted for a minute or so--- and oh boy, he doesn't like that.
- He's insanely stubborn. Along with the fits and understanding us---he knows what 'no' means but yet, when he's fixated on an object or getting into something he's not supposed to he'll go after it numerous time even after I've said 'no' for the tenth time.
- He loves to climb. This is not new, but some of things he climbs on are like our bar height dining room chairs or into his jeep or the computer chair or attempting to fit his fat legs on the bookshelf or standing on the ottoman or his race car to get to the dvds. Basically, he's figured out that climbing can be a means to get somewhere. He keeps me on my toes.
Oh---and it stinks that he's already figured out how to take off outlet covers---at least it's not his diaper--- yet.
