Friday, August 15, 2014

Staying Small

Week Thirty Two of Fifty Two
"A portrait of my child(ren) once a week, every week, in 2014"

Thursday marked this guys fifteen month birthday. That has always felt like some sort of milestone that solidifies a gigantic leap towards "big-kid-ness." But this little man...I don't know. This week I feel as though he still leans more towards baby. Kind of like his five year old sister.
 
I think it has something to do with the fact that he refuses to talk, which admittedly I'm a touch grateful for, because holy Shiitake mushrooms said five year old sister talks enough for all of mankind. I think it could have something to do with the fact that he still nurses like a newborn baby throughout the night, which admittedly, I could freaking do without. I think it has something to do with the fact that I am wrapping all extremities around this littlest and holding on to all semblance of his infant-ness! I see this week as an accomplishment; a win for me when it comes to preventing his growing up. I think it also has something to do with the baby blanket I knit for him this week. And not baby as in I ran out of yarn and the blanket finished ridiculously small. No, a baby blanket as in not a toddler blanket. Not a big-kid blanket. A baby blanket, it is totally helping! So yes, please, and thank you for that.
Of course, he is laying the drama on thick these days, and this week we have also seen his tiny little temper flare. The way his little fists ball up when we tell him not to chew paper or eat cat food. The way he cautiously and slowly sits his dimply behind down on the floor, and ever so gently lays himself back on the ground, utterly unable to take one more step if we take the broom away from him. The broom which he uses to swipe things off shelves and topple over toys, people and cats alike. The way he grits his teeth, squeal-screams and turns red in the face when we take away smart phones and prevent him from baby dialing (very much like drunk dialing). Or the way he leans into something (people, beds, couches, more people) with all of his might and growls out of some mystery frustration.

He has also mastered nose picking this week. Sorry. But true. He is such a nose picking boss that he can sometimes be found sucking his thumb and picking his nose at the same time. Fire up the college fund people! And maybe his is a little man after all!




I am joining Jodi and her 52 Project at Practising Simplicity  http://www.practisingsimplicity.com 

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