Eldore Rex turned fourteen months on January the 19th.
This month he took two leaps (or steps, as it were) forward: he started walking and talking.
The walking was partially at my insistence, picking him up and making him stand and take steps forward, which he mostly did gladly (except when he learned that sitting down made me react in a rather comical fashion, so then he did it on purpose.) After we indulged in this exercise for a day or two, he took it upon himself to begin taking steps around on his own.
Now, about two weeks later, he positively careens about the house, his legs still stuck in that stiff baby-walking way but his mind clearly set on running wherever his marionette-limbs will take him. He falls down, but mostly pops back up and keeps on rolling without even a second thought.
He’s officially the earliest walker we’ve had, but only by about two weeks. He may certainly be the most determined and haphazard walker we’ve seen yet.
He is exceptionally jabbery, talking-talking-talking almost nonstop, little nonsensical sentences that clearly carry meaning but are unintelligible to the rest of us who haven’t learned his language yet. He’s started saying words, though, Daddy and uh-oh and stop and hi, and I forget what else, but not mama, no, never that, so don’t ask.
He’s waffling on the edge of nap-dropping…Mama is not too happy about this. But he’s consistently not taking his afternoon nap, or else playing so long that he only naps for about 45 minutes and then is Very Cranky upon waking, and that’s just no fun.
He finally got a haircut, (death to baby mullets!) and it really shows how round his little cheeks are. Eldore’s the chunkiest fourteen-month-old we’ve had, too, even more than Elvie, who was the record-holder in that area. He’s tall, too, though of course that’s no surprise.
But concerning the haircut–he was absolutely perfectly still for it. I hadn’t actually planned on cutting it much but when I saw how well he was doing I just kind of kept going.
He is an expert Toy-Snatcher–looking back at Clive’s post tells me he was also quite good at this at this age–Eldore has mastered the art of snatching and running, however. Elvie is his most frequent target. She’s got a bad habit of screeching that she’s being snatched from, but not actually moving away or holding on tightly enough to the thing being snatched to stop him. He’s also somewhat greedy, and not very easily deterred from whatever he has his eyes set on. He’s also an accomplished Book-Page-Ripper, Car-Thief, Cabinet-Opener, Railroad-Track-Destroyer, and Recorder-Player-While-Careening-About-The-Houser.
He’s got this great, impish, cheesy scrunchy-smile, and he uses it when he knows you’re watching him and he’s doing something amusing.
Just today he was mourning the loss of some toy (probably ill-gotten and then re-snatched) and I reassured him that he wouldn’t be the littlest for too much longer. T-minus 2.5 months or so until Big Brotherhood for our Little Monarch.