We are very much treating Baby E as the stereotypical second child in our house. With Z, we knew sometimes to the day how old he was, what milestones he should be achieving, which ones he’d met and we tried to follow all the baby books when it came to routine. We’ve been a lot more “relaxed” with routine when its come to our second born. And by “relaxed” I think I could say that sometimes routine just flies straight out of the window. It’s meant that he’s a lot more adventurous and, with a 6 year old as a mentor, he is hitting some milestones a lot quicker than his elder brother. I had to count how old he was on my fingers today to know he’s almost a year and half. Eek!! And with that came a bit of panic about whether or not he’s hitting his milestones, if he is “where he should be” and then telling myself not to read all the various baby update emails that baby companies send out.
He’s taking his time with his words and I can’t actually remember what Z was like at this age but I think I remember he took his time too, so I’m not panicking too much just yet at his collection of approximately 10 words. I think we will bombard him with many more flash cards over the next month or so. He has no problem in communicating or understanding what we tell him so it’s been lovely to have one more little person that can shut the door. Bit mean, but it works a treat on these very cold days.
Physically he is a little hurricane when he wants to be. He can climb and throw himself off things fearlessly. Our reflexes are sharpening up quick smart when it comes to catching him but that just spurs him even more as he laughs his head off that we caught him in time. The other day we had left the gates open first thing in the morning and left him snoozing on our bed whilst Z got ready for school. About 15 minutes later he toddled into the living room, somehow managing to come down the entire flight of stairs by himself. Those gates will now never be forgotten about.
One of his favourite things to do was to eat but the course of constant teething is putting him off most things. Hopefully he’ll get his appetite back soon and stops making a beeline for our crisps and biscuits.
This photo sums him up right now, with his thick hair and with a “what shall i do next” kind of look on his face.