Teeth: we have CANINES coming in. Top row canines. He hasn't even gotten his bottom 1st molars yet. His teeth are confused and out of order and he's BITEY.
WALKING (and falling): Yes, he's finally walking. It started about a week ago, with just a few steps. Now he can toddle most of the way across a room, and also stand up on his own. And now...the falling into things. Yesterday, he managed to trip and fall into a door, the dog, his bookshelf, and an end table. No serious injuries yet, just a few scrapes and red spots (and LOTS of tears). Not sure why he always picks the hard surfaces to fall into, rather than the padded coffee table, overstuffed chairs, etc.
New House: Finally got moved into the new place. The first night, we were so busy unpacking that Lil' Man didn't get put down to bed until 9pm. I was expecting him to be restless and up all night from being in a new place...but he slept through the night. Wow...maybe it won't be that bad, I thought. And then he was up every hour or so the night after that. After a week, he finally settled in and got back to (mostly) sleeping through the night, but it was a little rough there.
There are plenty other adjustments to be had--like all the cabinets have no handles so our current babyproofing locks don't work, so we had to buy new ones. Or the baby gate at the top of the stairs that he likes to smoosh his face up against and reach underneath. And he's also discovered that he can pull all the fun toys and books and decorative pieces OFF the cube shelf in his room.
Tantrums: From a scientific perspective, I get it: it has to be incredibly frustrating to have so many ideas, wants and needs to express, but be so limited in the ability to communicate them to anyone else. When all you can do is point and grunt, life is essentially a REALLY long game of "Hot & Cold". Lemme carry you around, you point in the general direction of the thing you want, and then you start bawling when I walk too far past the thing you wanted (usually a light switch, a door knob, or his toothbrush). Or when I take away the thing you want to play with because we need to stop changing our diaper and go to the grocery store.
That being said...it gets a little old. I dunno where he learned these dramatics from. You always hear about the "Terrible Twos" and the "Threenagers". But "Tantruming 14 Month Old" has apparently never caught on.
New Day Care: He's been at his new day care for a few weeks now. It's been an odd transition--at his old day care, they had moved him up to the 1's class, so he was the littlest guy in there, and the only non-walker. At this day care, they decided to start him in the infant room so they could have a chance to assess him and so that he wouldn't get plowed over by the bigger kids. So now he's the oldest one in the room. Drop-off has gotten a little more challenging too, as he's having some separation anxiety when we leave. It's slowly getting better--and if we time it right, breakfast is there when we drop him off and I can just put him into a high chair, and he could care less if I'm leaving him so long as there's food to eat. :)
It sorta feels like a step backward, since they were weaning off the bottle, and getting him to sleep on a cot in the old 1's class, and now that he's in the infant room his new teacher is fine with giving him both a sippy and a bottle, and he's back to napping in a crib. But his new teachers are great, the facility is very nice, and aside from a few tears at drop off, he seems to be doing great, playing well, eating well, etc.
Playing tunes for his new girlfriend/groupie, K.
Thanksgiving: We decided to host this year, since we have the new, bigger house. My in-laws came to stay with us over the holiday and seemed to enjoy the new guest bedroom with attached bathroom. Lil' Man always enjoys having them visit, and cried big fat tears when the left and he couldn't get horsey rides on his grandpa's legs anymore. We did a traditional dinner with ham, mashed potatoes, rolls, cranberry sauce, pea salad, stuffing, and of course pie. Lil' Man loved all of it--especially the week's worth of leftovers.
Oh, and Cool Whip. We had to hide the container from him for the rest of the week until we'd eaten it all, because if he saw it come out of the fridge, he'd start pointing and pitch a fit if we didn't give him a spoonful.
Stay tuned for next month, where we get to talk about Christmas!