It’s a fairly exciting time around our household these days. My son is now 16 months, and this is cause for much celebration. The first milestone to be acknowledged is that he is now old enough to not only attend the toddler class at day-care, but to get charged at the toddler rate. No more infant prices! We save a whopping $10 a week pretty much just for reaching a bottle free (at school) and self feeding status. Good job, Boy!!!
He’s still teetering around like a drunken sailor, but DAMN he’s fast. Most days are spent doing just about everything we can to avoid a repeat of this fine evening. Well, I guess that’s not really one that would fit into the category of celebration. Let’s move on.
Language! Here’s where we’re making some serious strides. Words and phrases are falling nicely into place. Hi and bye are stated appropriately on queue, and we can even throw in the occasion thank you. Mama, Dada, Baba (bottle), ball, uh-oh, and bubbles have made every day conversation. The newest phrase and by far my favorite, is “all done”.
“All done” is multifaceted in Dom’s world and can apply to a range of topics. Finished eating- all done; ready to get out of the tub- all done; is Sesame Street over- all done. But for Dom, it can also apply when things are not quite all done…just desired to be.
The process of diaper changes, nose wiping, and clean up after meals are all met with a repeated request that they be ended pronto. My favorite occurrence took place after his last bath- during the dreaded clipping of the finger and toe nails. He doesn’t fight me too badly during this process. I’ve become rather proficient at this level of grooming. He started slow as I attended to his feet first. All…done. All…done. By the time I reached the fourth appendage, he was full blown adamant that the job be terminated.
ALL DONE! ALL DONE! ALL DONE! ALL DONE! ALL DONE! ALL DONE!!!!
It’s safe to say he’s got that one down. At least he’s not saying “no” yet.
