... and this is probably why.
I'll make it quick. So, you're 18 months old now. You used to be tall, now you're short. I don't really know what happened there. You do all you're supposed to do (as far as your developmental milestones) except for attempting to speak. All you do in that department is squawk. I'm not going to lie. It's pretty much the most annoying thing on the planet. Luckily, the incessant crying/whining has subsided now for the past few months. I take that as a sign that there is no more movement with the teeth for now.
Dr. Arnold seems to think you don't speak because you're independent. I don't know if that's the true reason but it's true in some ways. You don't like being fed. You insist on feeding yourself, very poorly, I might add, even if it's your favorite food in the world. I'm not sure what your favorite food is. I think you like stuff that's spicy. You don't like noodles, scrambled eggs, or cheese. Frankly, I'm not even sure you're my child. You do like pizza with pretty much everything on it, Dr. Pepper spicy pork with jalapenos, and tortilla soup. Maybe you have a bit of an under-sensitivity to taste.
You're a good walker and even runner now. You can go up and down the stairs without too much fear of falling. You're starting to want to go down like an adult but I prefer you stick with the tummy method for a while. Your legs are currently covered in bruises from playing outside. Not a very quick learner, just like Marcelo. It must be a boy thing. You love swinging, playing in the sandbox and pushing yourself around on the little toy cars outside. Yesterday, you drove yourself straight into a large rock and bonked your head.
A new development is a bit of separation anxiety every time Dad goes out the door and occasionally at bed time. You're still a mamma's boy, running back to me for a soothing every time you get hurt but at least you don't cry hysterically anymore every time it happens. You're good at following instructions and trying to be helpful around the house. You love your sister Sofia, giving her hugs when she's been away, going to her for small comforts, and comforting her when she's upset. You love your brother, Marcelo too, but he's a bit harder to get along with. You try to play with him, but he's a little rougher around the edges. I wonder what your relationship will be like when you get older.
Also, I wish you would stop getting into the pencils, pens, crayons, and markers. No, I can't put them away. You are driving me absolutely crazy with this. You are the worst offender by far and it needs to stop. It does. You just need to stop. I can't take it anymore.
