Mr.T is 15 months old this week. I don’t usually blog when he hits a certain age, unless it’s significant, like when he turned one. But there’s been so much on my mind now that it seems like 15 months is as significant as any of his birthdays.
He’s at the age where he should be sleeping, and he’s not. Not really anyway. He’s also at the age where he should start talking, and he babbles all day long, but isn’t really saying any words just yet. His understanding of what I’m saying blows me away though.
He’s really starting to look like such a little boy. And he loves to play games and run around like a headless chook, as well as laugh with glee and blow raspberries on my tummy. Oh, and he is still a seriously awesome eater!
He is obsessed with books! I secretly love that I have already bred a little reader. I hope he stays that way forever! As much as I am getting tired of reading Hairy McClairy, I never get sick of seeing the way he can find Hairy on every page!
Now feels like the time to let him stretch his wings a little bit. I want to get him more involved in the local Mother Goose Program this year, which is rhyme and rhythm for 0-2 year olds. I also want to investigate swimming classes, and then there’s the big one….start putting him into care a couple of hours a week.
I see him with other children and how excited he is and how much fun he has, and I want that for him. I also want him to learn to stop patting other kids on the head like he does our dog, Jazz and pulling hair, particularly pretty, blonde hair…but that’s another story.
We’re not ready to have another child yet (sorry family!), it’s going to happen soon, hopefully this year, but not yet. And we need to consider the fact that the baby will need to grow before he/she can really engage in play with such an energetic, full of beans little man. So for now, I need to make the effort to get him involved. No more excuses of living in a small, country town where I don’t know many people with kids. He’s only going to have his childhood once, and it’s my job to give him the best childhood I can.
When did you start putting your little one into care? And did you do it purely for social reasons?