Jeremy turned 18 months old on October 2. At his checkup, he got two shots, was in the 98th percentile for height, and was in the 71st percentile for weight. He is meeting all of his milestones with flying colors, and I even learned a new word to explain all of the nonsensical babble that regularly streams forth: jargoning.
But those are just numbers. Let me catch you up on this little bundle of energy that has taken our house by storm.
Jeremy can climb on just about anything. For awhile, I kept the diaper bag and my purse in the middle of our bed because he kept raiding them when I kept them on the floor. That didn’t work long. Here he is, up on the bed, eating some puffs scavenged from his diaper bag…right before he dumped the entire thing in the middle of our bed. Sigh.
He also likes to climb up behind his sister while she’s trying to do her school work. On this particular occasion, he started out by gently patting her shoulder and hugging her neck. He ended by taking giant handfuls of her hair and giving it a good yank. He thought it was pretty funny when she hollered, “Ow!”
And, as with all children his age, he loves big people’s shoes. He was trying on his Halloween costume (more on why he’s a toddler policeman in a later post) and thought that walking around in Elijah’s shoes was a good idea. He could certainly find worse shoes to fill!
Jeremy is also the most stubborn of our three kids. He still hates holding my hand in a parking lot, which means he gets carried a lot. If I try to force him to hold my hand, he sits down, so I can either drag him or carry him. I’d probably get in trouble if I dragged an 18-month-old across a parking lot, so up he goes.
He is constantly into things that are just bad news…pencils, markers, breakable objects, my Kindle. When he gets caught, he throws whatever is in his hand before someone can take it away from him. This isn’t such a big deal with, say, a pencil, but I don’t like it much when he pitches, say, my Kindle.
Jeremy’s also been known to fish things out of the trash can that catch his fancy. The worst, thus far? Some moldy grapes that he thought looked delicious. I walked out of the room for 30 seconds and came back to find the trash can cabinet open and Jeremy’s cheeks bulging. He spit the grapes right out, but holy smokes! Can you say, “Choking hazard”? I cut some good grapes up into eighths, and he happily munched on them. Sheesh.
He’s also an incredibly picky eater, although he still does like weird things. He eats better when I let him feed himself, but not much. Often, just to get him to try things, I hold his mouth open and force it in. About half the time, he likes it and doesn’t spit it out. But that’s no guarantee he’ll eat it the next time I offer it.
The pediatrician suggested I keep offering him a variety, after which he told Jeremy, “I’m not much for the vegetables yet, either.”
Thanks, Doc!
But, I’ll tell you, something changed in Jeremy when he hit 18 months. Our baby, who cried EVERY SINGLE TIME we dropped in the church or co-op nursery, suddenly turned into a toddler who walked in to both smiling, happy as can be.
This makes my heart both happy and sad. I’m glad that he’s no longer totally miserable for the few hours a week that he is away from me. But it’s still a bit sad how quickly my baby is growing up.
I wouldn’t trade this little boy for anything in the world!
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