I'm sure you guys have totally been on the edges of your seats, so I thought I'd give you a little update. My kid says words now. Real words. With intent. It was a pretty exciting day in the Nance household when my son pointed to the bananas (his favorite food in the whole wide world) and said "Nana!"
I'm often surprised by the things my son will and won't eat. When he was first starting solid foods, he loved avocado. Now he bats it away or spits it out. But then I made chicken enchiladas the other night. I always offer him a little of what I've made for us, just to see if he'll eat it. To my surprise, he gobbled up the chicken enchiladas with enthusiasm.
So I had a fun little experience a couple nights ago. For the first time that I've noticed, my son deliberately disobeyed me just to get a reaction. It was so blatant that it was almost comical, and I actually had to turn around so he wouldn't see me laughing.
One thing I love about Seattle is that no matter how rainy and dreary it is, people still get out and about. I guess that's because if they waited for a sunny day, they'd be holed up inside from November to July.
Hey everyone! It's been awhile. Lots of new things going on in this neck of the woods. My son officially transitioned from the infant to the toddler room at daycare. Big, exciting stuff, I tell ya. He's 15 months old and into everything. Still not saying a word, though. Well, nothing intelligible at least. There may have been a "dog" once or twice, but not sure. I think he might also be trying to say, "bye bye."
You're at the playground with your kid. She's been waiting patiently for her turn on the slide for 5 minutes, and she's next up. Suddenly, some little Bratty McBratterson shoves her out of the way and butts in line.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, if you do everything for your kids, they'll never do anything for themselves. Just go to a freshman college dorm laundry room to see the looks of terrified confusion, and you'll know exactly what I mean.
One of my biggest fears as a parent is not finding out that my son is being bullied, but rather finding out that my son IS the bully. My hope is that by raising him to be self-confident and respectful of others, it will never happen.