Lincoln turned 18 months old this week--a full-fledged toddler! He has so many adorable mannerisms right now that I know are fleeting, so I thought I'd better write some down before they stop and I forget them. So, here are some random facts about Lincoln at 18 months:
He has his own song he made up. It's usually sung in the car, and it goes, "Ahh-waaaah, ah-waaaah, ah-waaaah, ah-waaaah....ah-waaaaaaaahhh!", with that last one super high pitched. He has a great voice!
One of his most-used "words" is uh-oh. It's always easy to tell when he's made a big mess or knocked something over (which is pretty much every 3 minutes all day anyway) when you hear that little "uh-oh!" from the other room.
He's a great little walker, but one thing that's funny is that he seems to have trouble standing still. He has to constantly be stepping all around so he doesn't fall over. I blame it on his tiny feet--still in size 3's!
Another of his favorite words is thank-you, or "doot-doo!" as he says it. He says it more often when he gives you something than when you give him something, but it sounds so cute and polite.
Ever since he stopped wearing the newborn swaddlers to bed, he's been in a sleepsac (a wearable blanket thing), but he's starting to get too big for it. He loooooves it, though, every time I'd put him in it, he pulls the front up and inhales deeply, and his eyes droop immediately. It's like it's infused with some sleepy gas of some sort. Anyway, even though I don't put him in it anymore, he still goes to bed with it, snuggles with it, and sometimes drags it around the house like a favorite blankie.
Along the same sleepy-time line, Lincoln absolutely loves anything soft. He has two particular stuffed animals he goes to bed with that he also likes to sniff--his little teddy bear and his little monkey-blankie thingie. Around the house, he loves hugging his sheepie. When he comes across anything soft, he hugs it, squeaks softly, and puts it up to his nose or cheek. This includes stuffed animals, blankies, socks, yarn bundles, and q-tips to name a few.
His absolute favorite game to play is chase. He
loves to be chased. If he sees me get out a diaper, he giggles and runs away, waiting to be chased. He's a very lucky boy in that he has three older siblings, and there's usually at least one who is willing to indulge him in a little chasing around the house at any given time. He giggles his little head off.
Right now Lincoln loves Blues Clues. He calls it, "bow-bow bow!" and likes when the kids draw him a blue paw print.
Poor little guy--this was a few weeks ago when he and Sam got pinkeye. His eye got so puffy! I was sewing something and turned around to find him all wrapped up in the fabric!
A little light reading.
At target one day. He wanted to snuggle the puppies, but every time he got near, they started jumping in their boxes and barking! He was intrigued and a little freaked out.
One day he somehow got the cereal cabinet open. He was so pleased with himself.
Little business man!
Snuggling with Scout.
Right now, Lincoln's not the best eater. I guess he's built up a nice reserve, so he must be living off that because it doesn't seem like he eats anything at all most days! It's all on the floor. At breakfast, though, it's funny to see him mess around not eating for so long, and then when I go to get him out of his chair, this is what he does: grabs up all his little waffle pieces to take with him!
I love how he crosses his little ankles when he sits!
One day as we were about to say the prayer before dinner, I noticed Lincoln holding his arms to his chest tightly. I wondered for a second what he was doing, then realized...he's trying to fold his arms! So adorable! He still does it this way.
He loves giving hi-fives.
And of course scribbling on anything he can.
18 months old is also monumental because Lincoln can now go to the nursery at church! He's few times, and so far...I think he's going to be our toughest sell. The other kids couldn't care less when we left--there's toys and snacks there! Cailin was a little more nervous in the beginning, but not too bad. On Lincoln's first day, he was excited and ran in to play. I stayed for a bit, and then they said I could go since he seemed fine. I was sitting in Sunday School for all of about 30 seconds when they came to the door with Lincoln
hysterical! It took a while to calm him down enough to bring him back in, and even longer before he would venture off my lap. So, we've been taking him for 3 weeks now and staying with him. He still gets nervous when he can't see us, and he just seems like such a tiny baby compared to the other kids. He's way too short to sit in the chair by himself, and he keeps getting bumped over and trampled. Hopefully it'll get calmer in there when the 3 year olds leave in January, but I think this will be a long process!