September 5, 2012 - October 4, 2012
Instead of counting weeks, I'm now going to just count months. Until Cael is 2, that is. Which makes it easier on me, too, because it's getting difficult to blog as often as I was, with an active and needy "toddler". Yes. Yes, I just used the word "toddler". I don't like the sound of it, but maybe I'm getting used to it more.
The last month went by in a flash! I can't believe I have a 13 month old now. And just last month, I was saying I can't believe I have a 1 year old already! Something tells me that this second year is going to fly by much faster than the first year. And that thought makes me sad. But it is what it is, I guess.
Cael is in the process of cutting his 1 year molars. I was wondering why he was going through a phase of crankiness and clingyness. Then I looked in his mouth a week ago on the 27th, and noticed that part of the upper left molar was already cut through his gums. On his upper right side, I could see the molar just under the gums. That explained everything! And also explained why he was waking during the night. I think it's funny that he's cutting his molars before there are even any signs of his bottom left lateral incisor coming in.
|I'm so big!!|
Meals have become a real fight between Cael and I. Or rather, I should say between Cael and the food. He used to love eating anything and everything I would put in front of him. But now, specifically at breakfast time, he is refusing to eat what I offer him. Unless it's Kix, he'll refuse it. He used to love yogurt, and basically inhale the entire container. Now, he'll eat anywhere from a few bites to only half a container. Even the mini pancakes he'll refuse. Or he'll eat only one or two. I have to search to figure out some new things for him to try. I hate how it's become a constant battle for him to eat real food.
Cael is now a master walker. I've even put him down a few times in stores to let him walk around and have some freedom. I have to get him a good pair of walking shoes. He's been wearing the pair that my mom gave me for him. They were actually my now 15 year old brothers first pair of walking shoes, when he was a baby. It's really cute and special, and I was shocked that my mom kept them. And even more surprised that they fit him perfectly. I'm sure he'll be running soon, as he's picking up speed when he walks excitedly.
Cael is getting quite the personality. He has his father's temper, that's for sure. Which means I'm royally screwed. He gets frustrated if he's trying to do something, such as fitting a block into its' shaped hole, and he can't get it in. He screeches, flails his arms, and sometimes throws the block across the room. Or if he's pushing a toy across the room, and it gets stuck on another toy, he starts getting frustrated and banging the toy. It's funny, and I can't help but giggle to myself. But boy, and I screwed.
|Snuggles for his sock monkey.|
|Cael fell asleep on mommy|
|Blurry, but he's sitting in a new chair he got for his birthday./|
|Lunch time with grandma and mommy|
|Pulling apart Aunt Lindsay's cabinet|
|Nomming on some pizza!|
|Who is this big boy!?|
|On top of the world!|
|In the big-boy cart at Kohl's|
|He loves that sock monkey!|