Thursday, June 26, 2014

George at Twelve Months

I've literally had this written for like a month, but I've been totally lazy about adding the pictures so I waited forever to post it... because I'm lazy.  Yep.  So lazy.  I'm working on finishing my last class of college EVER and it's taken its tole.  Trust me.

But wow!  George is a year old, that's so crazy-cool!  He spent most of his first birthday crying.  But that's a story for another day.  A very, very funny story.  Really, this month George just developed this terrible stranger-danger, which is apparently right on mark for a one year-old.  Seriously, he decided that he literally couldn't be in the same room as my grandpa.  Which, hello, she is literally the kindest human being on the planet, so it was a very random choice.  But I think he now hates the elderly.  Which is awkward.  He also decided that walking him into a room of people who all want to love him is the most terrible thing ever.  We just laugh it!

Fell in love with grapes and hot dogs with mustard!  He also learned how to use his new sippy cup that doesn't spill.  Even if he throws it.  Awesome.  Granted, he also learned (after many, many patient talks) to put his cup in the cup holder.  HOLLAH!  It was awesome.  He just randomly did it three times during once lunch time, and I was like, "Oh my gosh, patience really does pay off!"

You know what else paid off?  Being patient about bed time.  After months of teething and who-knows-what and having to rock him to sleep basically every night, after him being up till ten or later, he's finally getting back to his normally scheduled night time.  And while I'm totally preparing to go back to a weird sleep schedule, because that's just having a baby, for now it's AWESOME.

Also, his 24-month jammies fit him, but were still lose enough in this twelfth month that when he'd crawl around in them one leg would eventually get caught in the main bodice.  It was always hilarious.  He'd get pretty mad when I didn't notice fast enough.

Also, I sort of learned that children suddenly need to eat half a horse and get very hangry if those needs aren't met.  I wasn't understanding this new development, so for a few days George wasn't very happy with me.  Basically because he was starving.  Yeah, I'm a cool mom.  Once I figured it out I realized that I seriously need to be offering him food like every thirty minutes, if not more.  Meal, snack, snack, snack, meal, snack, snack, nap time, snack, snack, meal.  Something like that.  He eats SO MUCH.  I'm talking two whole hot dogs, a bunch of grapes, and a full sippy cup and a half of juice.  And then he needs a snack in thirty minutes.  That's my boy!

Moving EVERYWHERE.  All over the place.  Kitchen to family room, under the air hockey table, everywhere.  Multiple times we're all upstairs hanging out and we'll turn around and he'll be gone!  Every time we've found him across the house in the office, playing.

Also, he kind of floats on just his butt when he gets super happy.  He's basically a pilates major.

Still loves books more than anything else.  And being outside.  He only hated grass the one time and now he totally doesn't care.  I'll go outside to cook my eczema off and I'll put him in his white trash pool (i.e., an old XL t-shirt bucket from Crew Colors) and he can be outside for forever basically.  With lots of sunscreen, of course, because he's pasty and such.

Loves putting things into things or putting things on top of things.  The relation of things to things is definitely fascinating to him.

Master of the tub.  He's been doing this for a while, but he's been in the tub a lot more this past month so I guess I just really started thinking about how mobile he is in the tub!  Crawling, standing on his knees, putting toys up on the side, taking them back down.  It's his zone!

In a weird between stage for pant size.  12-month too small, 18-month a little too big... it was interesting for a while.  Luckily it's warmed up and shorts are no big deal with sizing!

Everything is game now.  If he can touch it, he will.  It's a really funny stage.  He's got a hankerin' for trash cans.

He's love his blankets.  SO MUCH.  We have three super fuzzy blankets that he has claimed, one was actually purchased for him from his Grandma Bailey, but the other two are super girly cheetah and tiger print ones that my parents bought for the girls in the family for Christmas.  And he LOVES the girly ones, too.  We'll have one of the girly ones out in the front room (probably because it's dirty and needs to be washed but I've yet to take it upstairs) and he'll play and then crawl over, snuggle it, play, snuggle it, play, roll around in it, play snuggle, snuggle, snuggle.  And let me say, it's sort of the cutest thing ever.  When you put him to bed he'll do the same thing with his big gray one--he just loves those things!

"Making music", otherwise known as beating things against other things until he finds the thing that makes the best sound.

Seriously is weirdly obsessed with trying to pull his diaper off.  Or he just always needs to be doing something with his hands, who knows.  All I know is that you can find him absentmindedly tugging at his diaper at all times of the day.

George is apparently a dog.  You'll find him chasing the cat, chewing on shoes, and trying to eat the dog food.  Him and Babs also have this secret pact on the proper positioning for eating time, where she will park herself under the high chair and he'll try to secretly drop her food.

Shakes things with one hand, and uses the other hand to support that hand in the shaking.  Because it's super heavy or something.  Mostly it's just funny to watch.

Shimmies ALL the time.  We joke that a shimmy means he approves of something.  You can say, "Shimmy, shimmy, shimmy!" and dance and he'll dance along with you, it's pretty cute!

Randomly started waving again and then decided to clap, this after many moons of trying to teach him.  He's my kid because he totally knows how to do something, but he hates preforming and he definitely hates being told that he has to do it in something other than his timetable.

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