Forrest has been in our life. Yep blog peeps, family, and friends alike, what a wonderful and adventurous ride it has been.
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18 months is a big one. I feel this is TRULY the bridging point between babytime and toddler hood. Forrest has really been "toddling" around now for 9 months, half his short life. But I almost consider toddlerhood as little boy training camp. And is he ever looking more and more like a little boy! The way he runs, screams, (and oh can he scream...), giggles, belly laughs, and talks....okay, ATTEMPTS to talk just screams boy.
Forrest is as cute as ever, as full of energy as ever, and still is our active little guy. Just two days ago he walked 1 total mile straight. Wait, strike that, RAN a mile straight as this kid doesn't walk anymore. If he's going anywhere he's running.
Due to his new found love for running we've also had the first skinned knees...and re-skinned knees, and skinned hands, and so on. Nothing serious yet, and I guess, kids will be kids. His feet, (which I swear grew an inch overnight...he's already in a size 7 people!)just seem to be moving a bit too quick for his body and head to catch up.
Forrest has gotten a bit pickier as well in the eating department. All fruit is still a favorite, though we sometimes have to limit it due to consistency issues in the BM department if you know what I mean. He LOVES our garden fresh watermelon and wild black berries. His love for eggs has mysteriously disappeared, while his loves for yogurt, applesauce, and rice are still holding strong. He's still drinking a sippy cup, (due to some ughhh umm, "laziness" on the parent side I guess not wanting extra messes with the big kid cup training....ugggh), and still drinking cow's milk and doing fine with it.
I don't have stats as I must admit, am a bit late getting him in for his check up. I will be relieved to get a 6 month reprieve after this one....those every 3 month treks to the doc can get tedious!
Forrest is still working on his words, and recently has let his temper get the better of him. Even though he knows "please" "thankyou" and how to point to get just about everything he wants, he seems to prefer the ear splitting scream that makes your eardrums just about split when his baby nerves need sleep, or just when he's had enough.
Again, we're working on this one....trying brief timeouts, ignoring him, and just mimicking good behaviour...we'll see...