Miles: 14 months (plus some)

I’ve been a bit busy lately, what with graduation, packing (or watching others pack for me), moving, and crashing in my mom’s house for about two weeks now (story to come), I just haven’t found much time to blog. And since I got my new iphone, Angry Birds and Words with Friends have been top of my priority list.

But so that everyone can look at adorable pictures of my baby boy, here is the 14-month update.

Since his first birthday, Miles has been working really hard to walk. When my mom got into Charlotte, he was pulling up and cruising  along on the couch or the entertainment center, but not much else. If you held his hands, he would immediately bend his knees and go limp until you put him down. I just don’t think he sees the need to walk since he can move so dang fast while crawling. I was pretty sure that Miles was really busy, but my mom confirmed it for me once she got to spend lots of quality time with him.

In the process of the move, we stayed a night in our friend’s house to make things easier. Our friends have a daughter just slightly younger than Miles, so they’re house is baby-proofed, making things much easier. But I think their daughter must be much less interested in pulling things over, etc. Within ten minutes of being there, he had nearly pulled a potted plant over on the floor; luckily, I caught him early enough to only have to sweep up some dirt. Their house also had more furniture than we do, so he got much braver about letting go of one thing in order to get to another.

And once we got to Denver, he took his first few steps in between people. Chris was pretty disappointed that he missed it, but tried to convince me that Scout going through the dog door by herself was just as cool. I have some video of those steps, but I don’t know where my camera is and don’t have the patience to wait for videos to upload.

Climbing has also entered our world. Yippee. Within five minutes of getting to my parents’ house, my mom showed him how to get onto her miniature rocking chair. We put it in the basement immediately after this.

We also had to institute a house rule: do not open anything in front of Miles that you don’t want him to get into. He has only broken two things so far. But he also figured out how to control the tv and stereo system by touching the big button that clicks when he touches it.  And I’m pretty sure he knows what it means when we say, “No,” because he turns around and smiles before continuing whatever it is he was doing.

I’m still pretty sure that he is consistently saying, “Da-da” when he sees Chris, but he sometimes says it to me, too. But I know he says, “Ma-ma” when he is whining. So great. He doesn’t really have any other words down, but he recognizes and points to lots of other things. He knows cat, dog, grandma, grandpa, Uncle Steve, and the ever important, nose.

Since arriving to Colorado, he has been able to spend lots of time with his cousins, and he loves it. They have been very good about playing with him and introducing him to new things, like the trampoline.

 

He liked it.

And since it’s summer, he has discovered his absolute love of fruit. He spent a few days loving watermelon before moving on the mandarin oranges (fyi—five cups of those are not fun the next day), then grapes, and now strawberries. And he definitely loves lemonade, limeade, and just straight lime juice.

And pickles. Not a fruit, I know, but he loves them nonetheless.