I haven’t updated you on Caleb in a while. So here goes.
He is now an almost 15-month old little boy. Running around, sometimes still crawling but definitely running. And with the running comes bashing into things, or not watching where he’s going. The other day he ran smack into the sliding door. Thank goodness it didn’t break and that he was okay, just a little red bruise on his forehead.
His vocabulary is growing. It now comprises of the following: mamma, pappa, baba, hello (pronounced hay’o), dankie (sometimes danke like a german), siesa, eish (especially when he falls down), pampoen (which is what I suspect they call him at school), poe-poe (he says this sometimes when he’s got a dirty nappy and will grab the nappy to get our attention) and then a whole lot of babbling in between. When he laughs, he laughs out of his tummy and it’s the most beautiful sound. Everything stops when he laughs.
He loves his bath time. He loves splashing Hubby with water and loves Hubby’s reaction as well. And when it’s sleepy time he still cuddles up on my lap with his bottle and passes out. I love watching him sleep, he’s the most gorgeous little boy.
His hair is very curly and a light blondish-red and curls into his neck. We have to cut it but I don’t want to. I want to leave it like that even though it looks like he’s got a mullet when it’s wet. When it’s dry it flips up past his ears at the back and it sommer makes him look like he’s on a mission. His eyes are blue like Hubby’s, but a totally different kind of blue. A dark gray-blue color with a silver edge around his pupils. Just gorgeous. Hubby’s got clearer but also relatively deep blue eyes with a gold edge around his pupils. Who knows, as Caleb gets older, that might change too.
He’s doing very well at his new school, though there have been some concerns about biting. They can’t pinpoint that it’s him but there are suspicions. He hasn’t bitten us since we’ve heard of it (yes he did bite but we didn’t think it was so bad that he might be biting kids at school) but I’m waiting for the next time he bites me. I’m going to bite him back. Sounds horrible but he has to learn. He has to learn not to kick me when I’m trying to dress him either. The other night I gave him a smack on the bum for kicking me in the boobs while I tried to get his pajamas on and the tears that ensued made me feel like the most horrible mother ever.
He’s cutting his last four teeth. The molars. It’s been going for two weeks now, the longest he’s ever cut teeth and they’re not even completely through yet. When we brush his teeth, most days he likes it but nights like last night he cried so much, I think the toothbrush hurst the sore gummies. So I made a quick job of it and then held him against my chest and consoled him and sat down with him on the couch with his bottle, after which he passed out.
He’s also having night terrors sometimes. In that case, the best thing that works is to hold him to my chest, lie down with him and just soothe him until he calms down again. I actually don’t mind the night terrors, it gives me a chance to cuddle my son while he’s at his most rustig. During the day there’s no chance of a cuddle, too much to do, too many toys to play with and too many opportunities to terrorize the cats
So my little boy is growing up. The school is weaning him off the bottle (not sure how successful it is, he still gets the bottle at night and over weekends). They basically started doing this without us asking to or giving consent. I’m not up in arms about it, but they must keep in mind that he might not be ready yet. And the other night Caleb had a horrible tantrum session about his bottle. He found an empty one and when I took it away to give him one with water, he had a fit bigger than Table Mountain and was upset for the rest of the night. Might have to have a chat with the school. Apparently he drinks out of a cup during the day – but at home he can barely control the cup and sloshes everything all over himself. I don’t think he’s ready and if this continues to disrupt him, I will have a chat with them. It’s perfectly normal for an almost 15-year old to still be on the bottle.
Anyway, this is my update. Sorry for the book but I realize I haven’t properly updated you guys in a while.
Have a good one.