The last motherhood post I wrote was about Oliver’s birthing story, back when Ollie was just 2 months old. Now that he’s a whopping 15 months, he’s grown so much and brought so much love and happiness to our little family.
Everyone says, “Enjoy every moment because it goes way too fast” and although I’d understood and nod my head in agreement, I hadn’t truly grasped that until this summer. I have seen the most amount of growth packed into these last 3 months than ever before. In May, Oliver began the summer crawling and being timid of the sand and sea. Now in August, Ollie is nearly running, climbing on anything he can get his hands on, rolling himself around in the sand, and squealing with delight when we’re holding him in the ocean and the big waves come. So now I can totally see how the “Time flies and the next thing you know they’re in college” bit comes from.
He loves B words – bird, bubbles, Bubbie, boat, book, bye, but his favorite word (like a lot of other babes) is ball and he says it every chance he can. Cantaloupes, heads, street lights, anything circular – Ball Ball Ball.
He loves his dada and always wants to be where Justin is – including the bathroom. Sometimes he gets a little confused though and calls Justin mama. Most of the time, however, he gets it right.
Some of his current favorite activities are bubbles, playing with toy cars, reading books, and of course anything that has to do with the beach. We basically go to the beach everyday because it’s just one big sandbox for Ollie. Sure we bring down pails and shovels and whatnot, but he is happiest just playing with the shells, sticks, and whatever the shore has to offer.
He started to crawl at 8 1/2 months, which I was very happy about because before then he managed to backwards crawl his way into every nook and cranny, constantly getting stuck and crying. He started walking on my mom’s birthday when he was 12 1/2 months, which made Grandma very happy. Had I known that was going to happen, I wouldn’t have even bothered buying her an actual present. (I kid I kid.) I was just relieved because it meant I could put him down when out and about. Before that, if I was at a gathering or out in a public place, it wasn’t always the best idea to let him crawl his way around. We went through quite a lot of pants for sure…
I speak to Ollie as if he was a big child/adult because I know he understands me even though he can’t speak in sentences. I feel like that’s important for us to remember, especially when talking about our little ones to others because they pick up on everything. Just to confirm my beliefs, I will give Oliver directions like, “Go bring this into your playroom,” or “I can’t find your smoothie cup; where’d it go?” And he’ll follow along by going into the playroom or bending down to look under the couch for his cup.
Oliver is quite a late bloomer when it comes to acquiring teeth. His first one came at about 10 months old. Now, at 15 months, he has 5 teeth (more like 4 1/2…).
He is just starting to appreciate food. I’ve been following the suggestions from La Leche League regarding nursing and whatnot. For the first 6 months Oliver was exclusively breastfed. He turned 6 months on Thanksgiving, and I thought that would be a perfect time to begin incorporating solids. His first food was sweet potato. Being the chubster that he is, I thought this was going to be the happiest moment of his life. Instead, what ensued were tears and eyes full of fright. I was certainly caught off guard. For the next 6 months, I tried giving him solids, but he never really accepted the fact that he wasn’t going to be breastfed for the rest of his life. Admittedly, sometimes I was at my whits end because I would steam, puree, roast, mash, you name it, and 98% of the time, everything got thrown on the floor. It wasn’t until just a couple of months ago, with the welcoming of his front tooth that he actually started opening his mouth and coming back for a second bite. Even though I knew the time would come, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. Some of his favorite things to eat are whole grain toast with almond butter, smoothies, lentils, beans, pasta, and watermelon.
As far as sleeping is concerned, I feel I am just getting a handle on it. Yes, it has taken 15 months and I am just getting it. The Cliff notes? Put baby down while he/she is still awake. Of course I’ve heard people tell me this, but I either a) wasn’t ready to hear it, or b) wasn’t told in a way that she explains it. I am certainly no expert and am learning new things day by day. Either way, it’s relatively new (1 week) for us, but Ollie is sleeping much much better. He eats dinner around 6 and then goes in the bath. After that, I nurse him and read him a few books and he’s in bed by 7:15. He sleeps until around 4 am, which for us is a huge accomplishment. Hopefully by the next update I can tell you he’s sleeping later!
He has no interest in TV or cartoons and like my friend put it, “That’s not a bad thing.” I’m pretty certain this stems from us rarely having the television on during the day.
He loves the vacuum and thinks we’re playing a game whenever it’s turned on. He dances around it and then runs away from it because he thinks we’re playing chase – sometimes we are…
As far as Oliver and Roscoe go, Ollie loves his big (dog) brother, but Roscoe is more like a disengaged teenager. He loves Ollie but certainly gets fed up with his antics. Ollie loves eating Roscoe’s food while Roscoe is eating it, splashing around in Roscoe’s water bowl, and if I want him to eat something and he’s too involved with something else, I simply give Roscoe a piece and sure enough Ollie will then eat.
I wasn’t sure about writing this post because I didn’t want to come off as a boastful mom; however, I still have people tell me that they really liked/related to my first motherhood post, so I wanted to share a new update in hopes that some of you can relate and share your own experiences because that’s what a lot of this journey is all about. <3