P man will be 15 months in a few days. So much has changed with him and our lives in general!
First, Mr. P. He walks very well now, runs clumsily, points, and brings me things he wants to interact with. This is a problem though, since he still doesn’t really talk. He says mama and dada, mostly mama, but that’s really it. If I try to withhold an item that he wants in hopes that he will say something he starts throwing a tantrum and screams, so that doesn’t really work. Other than that I have no idea how to encourage his communication without making him further frustrated.
His receptive communication is fine though. If I ask him if he wants milk he runs to the fridge. If I ask him to clap clap he will typically do it. If I’m done making breakfast he runs to the couch where we normally eat. If I ask for a hug he may choose to give me one. Most of this he has learned on his own, but I’ve experimented with training him in much the same way as a dog. For example, I took a few days and tried teaching him to high five. I’d take his hand, five my hand then celebrate and say that he was good at high fives. Eventually he got it and will now occasionally high five if you ask him for one. I really enjoy seeing him figure something out for the first time. 2 days ago I got him a Munchkin miracle cup, which has no spout. He mastered sippy cips and straw cups for a while now. It took him about 10 minutes of frustrated crying and grabbing my hand and giving me this “defective” cup for him to realize he needed to try sucking the rim to get water out. Then he was content to drink from it like a normal cup.
He’s very silly and giggles constantly, and gives up tons of smiles and silly faces. He does have quite a temper though, but I attribute that to his frustration with his lack of communication skills. He really likes throwing interactive toys at me to make them work, then gets mad when they turn off and whines while bringing them back again. It’s exhausting to deal with. My husband has these big lego figure alarm clocks that light up for about 5 seconds when you press the head down. My son kept throwing one at me to press the head, then he’d smile and walk away with it. It would then go dark 5 seconds later and the cycle would continue, with him getting increasingly frustrated that the light would not stay on. Eventually I just take it away and he throws a fit. I try to take his hand and teach him how to manipulate the item himself to get the desired effect but he really has no interest in doing it himself at this point. It’s much easier to throw something at mommy and have her figure it out. This is something we have to work on.
His eating is still very good. I can tell he probably likes green beans the least of all veggies I feed him but a little Parmesan cheese sprinkle fixes that right up. He eats what we eat with the exception of fast food. He’s also getting better with taking little bites of big things, like half a banana, but I’m still hesitant to let him tackle something like a whole sandwich. He has issues with his rate of consumption, like putting food in his mouth while there’s still food in there. I work hard to make sure he doesn’t choke from his overzealous eating habits. Also he likes throwing food on the floor and doesn’t like using utensils. I’ve gotten him to eat off of a spoon by scooping some food up and handing him the spoon, but he’s very clumsy at it. If I set a plate in front of him he will end up playing with the food and throwing some of the floor so I have been holding the plate with me and scooping the food onto his tray a little at a time. I hate doing this but it keeps him from being wasteful.
We’re on a great schedule and he takes 1 nap a day for around 1.5 hours, and goes down quickly at night. Like I nurse him, lay him in his crib, and he flops right over to his stomach and falls asleep. Having a solid sleep routine from like 6 weeks old is the absolute best thing I ever did that WORKED for him.
So basically, things with P seem to be on track. I’m hoping for some more words soon, that’s the only place where I feel he lags behind. Things with my husband however are going through a big change. I wouldn’t say a bad one, but things were due for an overhaul and the truck is idling in the driveway so to speak. He decided to take lateral move with his job and move to North Carolina at the end of the month. When the cable merger completes he will be able to then transfer to Florida, where we kind of wanted to move all along. It’s convoluted, it’s not guaranteed, I’m super hesitant to uproot again, but the deed is done and he’s pretty dead set on it.
The only reason I wanted to move was because our house was so shitty. Well when the transfer option was put on the table he began renovating like a mad man…you know…like he should have been doing all along. The house looks great now, better than ever. I could actually stay here and be pretty content. We don’t know anyone in NC and it’s 9 hours away from our current home, so we will be completely alone. It goes against everything I’ve ever written in this blog but I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE MY MOM. She helps out so much with Parks and has a good relationship with him that it genuinely upsets me to separate them. But then again, he’s at the age where moving is still an option. Once he grows up a little more and goes to school we’re kind of cemented in place. My husband knows this and that is why he wanted to escape to Florida sooner rather than later. It just feels very rushed and poorly planned. This is the sort of transition that should take 6 months to a year. Instead we’re compacting it into about 2.5. Everything is super crazy right now (hence my lack of updates) and I’m exhausted. I’m just hoping it all works out in the end and this is something that will be a net positive for our family. I do enjoy our Florida family, and not having a ghetto house that needs fixing will probably make for a better husband.
In other news, I got my hemorrhoids removed yesterday! I plan on doing a big surgery/recovery experience post when I’m a little more recovered, but so far so good.