Really probably nobody who doesn't share DNA with this child cares, and not even probably most of those people, but I'm obsessed with him, and I feel like writing about it.
Dalton will be 18 months old this month, so I SHOULD just be telling people he's a year and a half, because no one cares about anything more specific. But I can't bring myself to round up. I feel like he's already growing fast enough without me prematurely aging him. I need to just get my head around it. I want him to stay a baby!
In exciting mom news, which means in actuality incredibly mundane, boring news, we are now a pacifier free household! For the next 2-3 months, anyway. While this violates my "NO CHANGES OF ANY KIND BEFORE BABY" policy, once again, I forgot I'm not in control of things around here.
Dalton kept throwing his pacifier out of his crib (even though we clip it to his pjs, but he's strong enough to rip it off) in the middle of the night then crying for us to rescue it. Aka, for Eric, because if I ever go in in the middle of the night, it's GAME OVER. Forget him ever going back to sleep. It was kind of odd because he's obsessed with that thing. He's always sneaking to his crib during the day time and fishing it out, even though he knows he's not allowed to have it when he's awake. So finally we told him we are not going in to get it for him any more if he threw it out.
The next two nights, he threw it out before he fell asleep for the night, but we held strong and he eventually went to sleep without it. The past two nights we didn't even give it to him, and knock on wood, he seems fine! He still has it at daycare, but we plan to nip that in the bud too. I almost caved and gave him my emergency car pacifier when he threw such a big tantrum about having to leave a slide and go home yesterday. I honestly thought I was not going to be able to get him in his car seat, he was doing the classic toddler "make my body stiff as a board and refuse to sit" thing, and I haven't really been hitting the gym lately. Luckily, I eventually managed to somehow wrestle him down and strap him in, and two minutes later he was happily singing to me like nothing ever happened. Babies be cray.
I just got basically his whole summer wardrobe (from our local mom facebook exchange group, because buying baby clothes new is just insane, unless they are REALLY cute). It's size 2T. He's just so big, I can't stand it.
|Side note, I don't even know if 2T will fit for the summer. Fingers crossed.|
He's kind of obsessed with imitating us, in a way that's simultaneously adorable, hilarious, and terrifying.
|Always has to wear his dad's shoes.|
He's obsessed with sitting on the counter to help/watch me cook. I had him sitting up there when I was about to grate cheese, and handed him a slice to eat. Instead, he started "grating" it.
|Yeah, he could have cut himself, but he didn't, we aren't raising no dummy.|
|Wearing Eric's sweatshirt, because nothing of mine fits.|
He just makes me happy.