Wednesday, July 07, 2010

18 Months: Miraculous Mayhem

"I love you a bushel and a peck, a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck" ~ Doris Day

How is it possible, my little Q-tip, that 18 months seem like they passed by in a mere minute? How can it be that I also feel like I have known you for my entire life? I should have started documenting your month days from the start. I should have kept up with your baby book. The months have already begun to melt together in a dreamy haze.I should be a much better mama, a near-perfect mama to my perfect baby toddler boy.

Sure, you have your own "imperfections." You like to gnaw on my fingers. You pull Elroy's tail with all of your might and dare us to stop you with those wide-open, piercing blue eyes. You drag us around with you everywhere by gripping our fingers like a vice, even though you can walk perfectly well on your own. You wail immediately in frustration if your truck runs into a piece of furniture. You continue to decorate the floor with your food when you're done eating, sometimes not eating your meal at all. You're a milk-aholic.

Oh, but those imperfections only add to your perfection in my eyes. You are learning about the world, forever testing, trying, investigating, wondering, wandering. You hold our hands because you want us with you for each moment. When I'm feeling worn out, I try to remember to cherish your firm grip because soon you'll dismiss my hand altogether. You're already learning how to slide off of our bed. You're maneuvering your ups and downs with much more ease. My late walker -- I still can't believe how mobile you are now.

Your favorite words are clearer and you're trying out new ones every day. Current favorites include "clock", "bye", "kitty", "dog", "door", "bottle", "foff" (I think that means fan or light), and of course "ball."

You love to wave bye-bye to the airplanes in the sky. Sometimes you'd rather watch the big kids at the park than swinging and sliding yourself. You push your face into my hands and nuzzle them tenderly. You love to give chase and dissolve into hysterical laughter when I chase you back. You hide behind me and then give me a big hug when I find you. I ask if we can hug forever, but then you spot your ball and run off.

You are my sweet boy. I'm so proud of you. I'm trying to be prouder of me, too. Quincy, it's your month day. Happy 18 month day, Quincy!


  1. Happy 18 months!!! My little one's 9 month day is today! They grow way too fast and wish they would just slow down a little. And I totally get how you feel like you've known him your whole life! It's amazing what those little people do to you!

  2. Happy 18 months, Q (Pacquiao? As terrible as it must have been for you, Meesh, that was a hilarious blog post)!! You really are growing too fast!! Must. Come. Visit. In the meantime, hugs to you (and yo' mama)! xox

  3. life's flyes when you're having fun, and/or out of your mind busy. but, look what we're left with, a joyous young gentleman with a pension for milk and tail pulling. I'm so proud of him and you, great job, mama flyrish!

  4. I cried. I cried because I understand. I cried because I love him. I cried because I love you.

    p.s. "foff" is probably the light because we like to play "on-off" at work :)


  5. I only wish that gramma Terri could be pulled by your little hand and feel the sweet spray of your raspberries on her face, but I know that she knows and loves you too.

  6. I cannot imagine how fast 18 months is going to come for me! Happy 18 months!!! I found you through The Mommyhood Memos! I'm looking forward to reading more of your posts!

  7. Beautiful writing - I cried too! Q. said "truck" when a loud one drove by your house today

  8. ohmygosh, I just got so choked up reading this.
    So beautiful Michie! Hugs to you and Q and fam.