We’re getting somewhere

I remember when my son was 2 months old, I can’t wait for him to grow, for him to be 20 months. I can’t wait for him to walk, to talk, to jump, to eat and even to run.

Fast forward to today, he is now 21 months. Which I think is far more stressful than handling a newborn or an infant. Adrian understand the world revolves around him. He knows what he wants and what he needs. He knows how to react to them and be very very defensive.

At 21 months he is still one of the picky eaters I’ve seen. He still loves my cooking although I find it one of the most horrible things I’ve ever cook; a tasteless porridge with lots and lots of veges. Since he takes the horrible food I cook for him, ain’t he the sweetest?

He has his tantrum. It’s like he’s growing everyday trying to defense something. He climbed and makes it like a monkey bar with legs up high. It scares me to death! But do you think he cares? No! He stands on the arm chair and dance. He stacks books/toys and stand on them and dance too. He stands on top of his train and bike and giggles. He sit in his potty to watch TV. He eats his biscuit and throw a few pieces on the carpet and when he found it few hours later or even a day later, he’ll eat them. He played with ants. He likes the things that isn’t a toy.

This is a very challenging phase I’ve ever been. He now hates wearing pants, sweaters/jacket, and shoes. He’ll go berserk like nobody’s business.

And yet he still hasn’t talk (exclude gibberish). How did he do it? By making sounds.

People always says the first year was tough but i personally think after the first year is harder than it look. Imagine having a tot that loves to lie down on the floor in shopping mall with him screaming. It is HARD. VERY. But as a mother, those are the things I tries to cherish as much as I can. After all, he is a toddler only once.

He is gonna grow up and few year later when he’s a teenager, I’m sure being with me is the last thing in his mind. So why don’t I enjoy what I’ve right now. A naughty, cheeky boy! Mummy loves you baby boy.

Happy 21 months old my big brave boy ;)

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