So Monday we had Tootles 18 month check up. And they had to repeat the 12 month test, because of his early arrival we have some difficulties to overcome. So far the only thing that is standing in our way is speech. So of course at the appointment I went on and on to the doctor how Tootles isnt saying anything but "daddy" (go figure!), googy (doggy), downe (a mix between down and done) and woof. And because I am a neurotic, I was panicking. Wellll naturally because all parents are liars, as soon as we got home Tootles started saying words. And lots of them. Hes saying cat, dog (apparently he had an epiphany with the letter d), close, Donald (donald duck of course) dall (ball...again with the d) and balloon. Hes killing me. I am OVER THE MOON proud that he is saying words...but Ill be damned. At home, with no medical professional (who will deem him SMARTER THEN THE AVERAGE PREEMIE) in sight. Luckily we have another go- around with our favorite pediatrician tomorrow for his last synagis shot. And heres hoping hes just chatting it up.
Anyway...the DH & I have been on the craziest crazy train ride with Tootles. He is totally out of control. The word NO is his kryptonite. Holy moly. I swear he hears it, and switch flips in the little head of his and he goes CRAZAY... like screaming like a banchee, throwing everything he can get his chubby hands on, and hitting. Oh the hitting. The other day he hit my mom in the face with a glow worm. You know those loveable little creatures that had a face that glowed ever so softly to help you fall asleep as a child. Well my beast uses that thing as a lethal weapon. yikes. Im sure fisher price would be really proud. So we try to divert instead of saying NO. It sounds like a lot of work...and it is. But its worth the crazy breakdowns every time he hits our poor little (giant) dog in the head with the swiffer.
Im hoping to jump of this runaway train anytime soon...because there is no Genevieve on here singing her hip hop tunes.
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