Seems like just the other day we were strapping him into his seat on the airplane to England (at 4 weeks old). And now he's a running, jumping, climbing, gesturing 23-month-old!
Notice I did not say talking? He is not a talking 23-month-old, but we intend to remedy that. Got a little speech evaluation on the calendar, and we're focusing hard core on speech now. Lots of over-enunciating and songs with emphasis on imitating sounds. Luckily I am friends with a couple speech therapists, so I don't have to wait for the formal evaluation to start implementing some ideas. Daniel's been playing this little yes or no game. It goes like this.
Hey Oliver. Can I give you a kiss?
Ssssssssss
Hey Oliver. Can I bite you?
Neh
Nice, huh? The whole concept of teaching an almost 2-year-old to say no is so funny to me. I definitely did not have to teach the first two to say no. Granted, Oliver shakes his head very clearly for no. There's no lack of communication there. Merely the speech part. Anyways... the speech evaluation is in a few weeks, so hopefully we'll have more direction then.
Other than that, Oliver's happy and healthy and totally on track with other milestones. He loves reading books -- especially about trains and trucks. Loves trains. Loves them. He has one "choo-choo shirt" that he tries to wear every single day. He goes to look for it in the dryer if he can't find it in his drawer. In fact, I had another train shirt to give him for his birthday, but I couldn't take it and gave it to him early, just so he'd have an alternate train shirt. Couldn't stay on top of laundering his one train shirt every night.
He's napping like a champ, still. About 2 hours per afternoon.
He's floating great. Not much interest in turning over to swim. But he's a solid floater. I'm hoping he's more interested in swimming once we start going to the pools. We'll see.
I tried to get him off the bottle this month. I gave him two special sippy cups that are just for him -- a train one and a fire truck one. He went with it for a few days, but he's back to demanding the bottle at night time, and because we are tired and he is the third and we are desperate when the evening comes, we usually give in. It's fine. He's not going to college with a bottle.
He climbs out of his crib on his own now. Maybe he's been doing it for 2 months or so. It's wonderful (no, seriously--it really is). He stays in there all night, but in the morning he often climbs out all by himself without screaming, "MAAMAAAAA!!!!! DAADAAAAA!!!" He just appears in the room. It's awesome.
Oliver, we love your sweet, spunky, affectionate disposition and your adorable gestures and signs. You are a gift, and we treasure you every single day.
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