It’s hard to believe my boy turned fifteen months old a week ago.
He favors running over walking and I am accepting that at least one skinned knee is the norm these days. He also loves to spin around in circles until he is dizzy, walk backwards and sideways, and dance any time he hears a beat, including woodpeckers up in the trees outside our breakfast table window.
He is a chatterbox these days, imitating every speech and conversation pattern he hears. We can also understand many of his words, given the right context, like ball (“bah”), dog (“dah”), moon, balloon, boom (anytime he hears thunder or a loud truck rumble by),fish (“sish”), dada, mama, and many animal noises. He will also shake his head “no” or “yes” when asked questions, and knows a few signs too, like “more,” “eat,” “all done,” “thirsty” and “milk.” It is so amazing to actually communicate with this little creature.
He is sweet and affectionate with hugs and kisses all day long. But he is also strongly independent, preferring to walk ahead of me without holding hands. He goes off on his own on the playground or during music and story times and loves to watch and imitate older children.
This kid loves a mess too. He loves to dig in the dirt, splash in any available water, and throw any seashell or stick he can get his hands on. Now I fully understand the saying “he is ALL BOY.”
Henry, I love you, my little fifteen month old!