I woke up this morning in complete disbelief. It's already May 1st! That means...Spencer is 1 and a HALF. Officially. He's closer to 2 than he is to 1! What?! No way!
Yes way, he is. Haha. And, he's starting to definitely act like it, in my opinion.
What do I mean?
Well, he's into everything, for starters. He crawls only to be silly, and to stick his butt up in the air and look through his legs, like a downward dog yoga pose. He RUNS. He doesn't walk often, he's on the run.
He's a total daredevil and likes to climb on the back of the couch, and try to stand there. Or stand on tables. Or walk across picnic tables. He also tries to scoot off the highest places on playground equipment, so I have to make sure to always be close by.
He asks "what's that?" frequently. And of course, it's almost always about things he can identify himself, his daddy, the dog, windows, doors, balls, lights, balloons, etc.
He went through a period of refusing to eat... ANYTHING, for the most part. Fortunately, the past few days, he's eaten at least one decent meal a day, if not two! And he usually eats at least something for breakfast! Thank goodness! I was getting really worried.
He loves balls. He has really good aim while throwing. He can nail you in the face if he wants (which is really frustrating) and throw a ball almost across the whole room. He loves to play basketball, too.
Bubbles. BUBBLES! They're his favorite. And, lately, he's been wanting to be really independent and blow them himself, especially if I'm holding the wand. So, he's been given two empty bubble containers, and he carries them around the house saying "bubble" and pretending to blow them, daily. Often.
He can say a lot of words now, too! Since the last time I posted, I think he's added "bubbles," "please," "juice," "Judah" (he has two friends named Judah), "Izzy," (another friend), "again," "Elmo," "Blue's Clues," "Larry" (from Veggie Tales), and a few more that I can't think of. Hmm... what are they?
He also knows some animals noises! In fact, if I call him a monkey, he squeaks like a monkey. Haha. He also knows dog, cat, lion, snake, fish (glub glub), and duck noises.
He's starting to get a little stubborn attitude. Oh, who am I kidding, he's had one all along, but he's more persistent now. Naps are a pain, and usually pretty short. And, unfortunately, as he displayed last night at the dog park, if he doesn't get his way, he can throw a fit. It was actually a little funny last night, because it wasn't even really crying, just rubbing his eyes like he was crying, while walking away from me, facing slightly backward toward me so I could see that he was upset that I wouldn't let him play in a big muddy mess.
I feel like I could and should say more, but I hear someone climbing in and out of the dog kennel, and that's just icky.
Gosh, I love him!
