Pitter Patter of Not So Little Feet

Well, my Monkey is officially 18 months old as of Sunday... He has grown up so fast and what were once tiny little feet are now a size 5 1/2! Granted there has never really been anything tiny about him considering he was 8 lbs 14 oz and 22 inches long at birth. He only fit in newborn sized clothing the first week he was born, and then it was on to 0-3 month. He is currently in 24 months or 2T at 18 months old. He has always been way ahead of the label on his clothing and now it seems as if he might finally be slowing down. I mean, I can't imagine him being 2 years old in 3T clothes!

He has been talking SOOOOO much lately! He used to talk what I thought was a good amount for his age, but he would never say anything you asked him to. Now he will repeat things, which is exciting. Just as long as he isn't repeating bad words, lol... Liam has also discovered the joyfulness of playing outside. Now that the weather has been in the 50's the past week and even into the 60's these past two days, it has been almost impossible to keep him inside. He is constantly opening the back door, despite the lock, grabbing a few toys and venturing out into the back yard. My only qualms about this is the fact that we have a deck with about eight stairs that I just know he will end up falling down or more likely being pushed down by the dogs. He is good with the stairs inside, but there also aren't two 90+ lb dogs rushing up and down them constantly.

So another new thing Liam has discovered is biting. I don't know where he got it from, but I guess it's probably something all kids go through at some point. Today he made the mistake of biting his babysitters 4 year old son, who then proceeded to punch him in the face! So he has a little mark under his eye where he got hit. Serves him right I say. Maybe he learned his lesson, and if not I guess he will be coming home with more bruises. Unless he just sticks to biting the babysitters youngest daughter, who just cries and doesn't retaliate.

So today we also made a break through in the potty training fiasco. He came up to me and said "Ma I poo." I checked him and he hadn't gone yet so I asked him if he had to go and he nodded and ran to the bathroom. This is definitely a step up from him just going into the bathroom by himself, standing next to the toilet, and pooping in his Pull-up. I can't wait until he is out of diapers. I got him some big boy underwear so we will probably try them out this weekend.

Well it is officially past Liam's bedtime and we still have to have a snack and watch some cartoons so I better get of of here. Good night!