Wesley turned 21 months old on Christmas! I can’t believe he’ll be two in March; I wonder what we’ll do for his birthday? Dinosaurs are a big hit with him and would make a cute theme.
He loooooves to stack blocks and arrange like items together. In the photo below, he stacked his plastic dinosaurs on top of some blocks my dad made him for Christmas last year, and was SO EXCITED. [Photo does not capture said excitedness, but trust me, he was thrilled.]
Every time he stacks something or arranges items he yells “NICE!” until someone acknowledges his feat.
He seems to have a vague notion of colors and will say “lallow” and “pinckh” – sometimes correctly!
His favorite books right now are The Night Before Christmas and This Is Me (also known as “the piggy book” or “oi oi oi”) by Richard Scarry. He got approximately 928734 books for Christmas so I’m curious to see which ones will rise in popularity.
He likes helping organize and clean things. If he makes a mess (spilled water, etc.) he is almost always willing to help clean it up with a rag, and he likes to help put toys away if he sees one of us doing it. We also have him help clean up if he purposely spits/drools, especially if he has food in his mouth. His vindictive spitting/drooling has decreased a LOT since I took Jem’s advice and told him he was allowed to spit at bathtime. Just knowing that he COULD spit at some point in the future makes him stop the angry spitting/drooling right away.
He’s down to nursing once or twice a day at most, and will often skip a day entirely. Sometimes he wakes up saying “milk! milk!” but if he doesn’t mention it, I’ll ask him if he wants it, and his answer is often “nooo, nooo” and he toddles off to the kitchen to get some yogurt for breakfast. I don’t quite know how I feel about this yet; I really wanted to make it to the WHO-recommended two years, but his need to nurse is clearly diminishing and I’m betting if I didn’t ask about it, he wouldn’t either. Or only very occasionally.
No, I am okay about it, I think. It will just be weird to not be able to define myself as a nursing mother. Today I even contemplated purchasing a non-nursing bra! And then I felt kind of sad about not needing a nursing bra. I assume these are normal weaning emotions? I am leaning heavily on Swistle’s weaning post and the comments as a reminder that if I feel The Crazies coming on, it is probably the weaning.
Also, he’s hilarious: