So a couple of months ago I wrote a big post about Baby E turning 18 months and wow, hadn’t time flown etc. etc. The other day I realised something. That somehow, I didn’t know how to count and that, actually, he only turns 18 months this week. Oops. I think this may be partly due to him being the second child and partly the fact that I obviously lost the ability to count to 18. I have since counted on my fingers a few times and am about 90% certain that I now have this right.
In those last couple of months he’s learnt to express himself a lot better and, although still not saying many clear words, he gets his point across. His new favourite word is “Die”, which I *think* means “I want this”. Its really funny when he does say it but can be slightly unnerving to a stranger if he’s shouting it repeatedly outside from becoming impatient. He also loves shouting “hat”, “Bye bye” and “Hi!”. He has the funniest toddler wave where he sticks his elbow in the air to do it and I accidentally did the same wave to a colleague at work this week. They didn’t say anything but they did throw a weird glance my way as they walked out. I must remember not to do things like that in public.
He needs another haircut already having been blessed with his Daddy’s thick mop hair. There is so much of it, he always looks like a little lion in the mornings. Its the complete opposite of Zs lanky floppy hair, who has taken after me. Its always fascinating watching the poles apart brothers together. Where Z wakes up like a happy jack in the box and yaps till his head hit the pillow at night, Baby E is a like a bear with a sore head in the mornings and will eventually mellow and join the world when it suits him. When he’s had enough he will hunt down his car seat and get into it for some “me time”. I’m not quite sure what we’ll do when he grows out of it and its going to be quite soon judging by his recent growth spurt. I have seriously contemplated carrying it about in my boot when the time comes just so that he can retreat to his old mans arm chair when he needs to. Obviously its a crazy idea. But such is the madness of parenting sometimes, right?
I’m not quite sure who took this photo but I think it was Little Z from the angle and height of it. E was trying to grab a helium balloon at my nieces first birthday party and couldn’t understand why it kept flying back up again!