girlfiend

He kisses, and oh how I love the sweet open-mouthed is he trying to kiss me or take a bite out of me baby kisses. He’s also learned the sign language for kiss, which is super-cute, but not quite as wonderful as the actual, slobbery kisses.

Now he climbs on and off of his ride on toys. He climbs on his little tricycle, his police car and he tries to climb on and off his rocking pony that after pressing a button on the ear sings, “I’m a little pony. Clippety clop. Clippety clop. Such a pretty pony. Clippety clop. Clippety clop.” The song continues in a masculine voice that is completely different from the feminine pony voice that, after pressing a button on the other ear, says, “I love it when you brush me.”

He’s learning body parts. When asked, “Where’s your head,” he pats it with both hands grinning and when asked, “Where are your feet,” he looks down and very carefully stomps one.

We have achieved our first, bottom molar. It has emerged with little to no discomfort, though sometimes I’m not sure whether he’s using sign language or just poking at his uncomfortable bottom gums.

He loves to be chased. One of his favorite games to play with me is to close the door when I’m in the bathroom. I’ll bang on it and yell, “Let me out, let me out,” while he giggles then I’ll open the door and say, “I’m coming to get you,” and he’ll turn around and run, in his ineffective legs moving fast but they’re not propelling him any faster baby run that reminds me of the cartoons where Wile E. Coyote runs off the cliff and keeps moving his legs even though they’re not moving him anywhere.

The most significant of the developments for me is the weaning. For six days straight we’ve been down to two nursing sessions a day, morning and night. It’s been going quite well and he generally only asks to nurse during the day when he needs a nap and I’ve been able to distract him with food to get him through. Yesterday was the first day I thought we might have a problem. Despite the sippy cups of water everywhere and his lengthy a.m and p.m. nursings, he didn’t have a singe wet diaper all day yesterday. This morning when I changed him and found that his diaper was as dry as it was when we put it on him last night I thought for sure I’d have to call the doctor and I told Boyfiend that we needed to get him whole milk. Of course that’s when the Fiendling took the opportunity to pee all over the changing table and floor. I got him down and wiped him off and cleaned off the table while he walked around naked for a minute or two. He wandered out into the hall and I called him back in to get him diapered and dressed. He stopped just outside the door and as I motioned for him to come in he started to pee again. He looked down, puzzled by what was happening to his penis. The flow stopped, he took a few steps and it started again. He looked down, still shocked by what was happening. The flow stopped, began again, then stopped and he ran off down the hall, somehow managing not to walk through the puddle.