Fourteen Months with Alvie Bean

Dear Alvie,

Last Saturday (i.e. 4 days ago), you turned fourteen months old! Sorry about the late post, little guy. This is probably not the last time I’ll be lame.

Anyways – what have you been up to in the last month? You’ve managed to bleed from your mouth several times, what with the combination of iffy balance and sharp, pointy teeth. That has not stopped you from trying to run everywhere, though. And fortunately, it has not marred your adorable visage.

Good looking people, right?

Good looking people, right?

 

You are getting better and better at getting around, and that is a wee bit scary. You are fast when you want to be – and you almost always want to be.

pirate baby takes his morning milk on the poop deck

pirate baby takes his morning milk on the poop deck

 

You remain excessively cheerful –  most of the time. You are starting to be a bit toddlery, though. I’ve seen a couple full-blown temper tantrums when you don’t get your way. However, generally you’re right back to smiles a couple of minutes later.

Two minutes ago he was sobbing because the baby monitor in his hands apparently was insulting him. Or something.

Two minutes ago he was sobbing because the baby monitor in his hands apparently was insulting him. Or something.

 

At the end of May, we took you across the country to visit your auntie and uncle and Papa and Nana and cousins. You were pretty good on the airplanes, especially considering that sitting still is your least favorite thing ever.

Red eye flight = cozy jammies

Red eye flight = cozy jammies

 

Not napping...again

Not napping…again

 

Tired baby on the way home; he was not as impressed with his wings as I was.

Tired baby on the way home; he was not as impressed with his wings as I was.

 

After we got home, we took Daddy out to dinner to celebrate his birthday.  You had a great time – especially now that you get to order off the kids menu more!

Happy birthday to Daddy!

Happy birthday to Daddy!

 

You started out this month a little more aggressive than I would like. You were biting and hitting and overall acting like a tiny sociopath. We theorized it was because you had so many things to say, had figured out that speech is the best way to communicate your several ideas, but were stymied by your lack of ability. I wouldn’t say we’ve had our Helen Keller watershed moment (ha! that was funny!), but you have started talking up a storm and I like to believe I can understand you. You say kitty (although, honestly it sounds kinda like “tee-tee,” and have also started saying “up,” “La,” (that’s Lola kitty), and wiping your hands and saying “Ah Duh!” when you’re all done eating.

Trying to convince the 'tee-tee' to let you pet him.

Trying to convince the ‘tee-tee’ to let you pet him.

 

Last Friday, we went to the Zoo with your friend Penny. We saw the big tee-tees, which you pointed out with glee (lions) and then got up close and personal with the cheetahs.

Cute kitties and even cuter babies.

Cute kitties and even cuter babies.

 

You are growing up so fast. You are not really my little baby anymore – now you’re my little boy. Every day you amaze me with your ability to problem solve, to climb on things I thought were unclimbable, and to worm your way even further into my heart. Maybe you could just slow down a little bit? I’m trying to savor all the moments (except for the moments when I get barfed on – thanks for that, little man), and you’re just going too fast to keep up with.

See you later, alligator

See you later, alligator

 

I love you bunches little dude.

Love,

Mama

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