March 7th is here. This is the date our little big man reaches 18 months, or 1.5 years for those who are math challenged. For posterity, relatives and other people interested in news about the kiddo, here we go.
Speaking is something Remy does a lot if you count random sounds and inflections. Any stroller trip around the neighborhood is filled with the music of vocalizations about every single recycle bin, trash can or yard waste bin in sight. If it happens to be trash/recycle pick up day, all the better.
Regarding actual words, I suppose he has 15-20 or so, but I’m not really sure. He uses them when and only when he wants to– rarely on command. One of his favorite things to do is repeatedly say “cat” when Mommy tries to get him to say “dog.” Soooo funny. He gets his contrariness from his Dad. Yesterday he picked up the word “ow,” although he doesn’t actually use it when he’s hurt. It seems to mean, “I’m stuck or can’t get where I want to go.”
Remy has developed a bit of a fascination with the alphabet. He doesn’t say it, but he knows exactly what doo-dad to hit on the music table to make it sing the alphabet song. Then he’ll point as his alphabet books, or foamy alphabet puzzle or just point at the letters on the table. It’s best when Mommy sings along.
Speaking of the music table, it has piano-like keys in red-green-blue-yellow that sing their colors. He enjoys finding building blocks or other items of a color, carrying it over to the table then hitting the appropriate key. I kind of wish the table had more singing color keys so we could expand his color repertoire. Sure, he may be picking up on other colors, but we don’t have a good way to test it at this time.
Remy finally got a haircut. There was increasing confusion by the locals as to our boy-clothes wearing toddler due to his unusual name and flowing locks. Curious. Were people confused about the gender of Remy the Rat in Ratatoullie? No? As it turns out, there is an increase in the use of this name for females. Not that it matters. I knew a guy named Lynn in high school and no one, I mean no one, gave him crap about it.
The best way to keep Remy happy is to give him things to do like putting dirty clothers into the washing machine, put away clean dishes and silverware, closing doors, throwing things in the trash, etc. Don’t you dare do something for him that he can do himself! That would be cause for trantrum. Someday this pattern will likely be reversed, but I’m having wonderful visions of a cleaning toddler, especially after my neighbor told me about her friend who taught her 2 year old to clean a toilet for a quarter. Apparently, he liked wearing the rubber gloves and did a thorough job of it. The toilets in our household would get a heck of a lot cleaner if we had an entrepreneurial toddler to take care of them.
Right now, Remy’s playing with our phone. He’s discovered the speaker phone button. Amazing the noises that device can make. I’m finding it tremendously helpful for my ability to focus.