Communication

I'm starting to use more words each day. It's hard making myself understood and sometimes I throw fits when I think I'm not. At my 15 month check-up, my pediatrician was a little concerned about my speech. But this time she said I was just fine. Mommy had written down all the words I can say now and she had at least 25. If you see me, you might not understand me, but my mommy does. Between my attempts at saying a word and my gestures, I bet you can understand me if you try long enough.

We were going to meet Grandma and Gma the other night at Blackeyed Pea. As soon as we pulled in the parking lot, I held up both arms (my sign for "I'm ready") and started yelling, "Eat, eat, eat, eat!"

I know I told you I used to call my brother "bruh" but now I try to say his name. I have a hard time with the begining and end of words, but I can say the middle. So Thomas comes out sound like, "Omah." When I wake up, I always like to go look for him. I always run into his room yelling his name. In the morning, he's usually there and I just don't understand why he's not there when I get up from my afternoon nap.

Climbing Maniac

I like to climb. No, I take that back. Climbing is an obsession for me. I was climbing stairs long before my pediatrician thought I should. And now, there's nothing I won't climb. The other night, I threw off all the magazines from the coffee table, climbed up on top and stood up. My parents got me down and told me, "No climbing." Well that only made me mad, so I started crying, ran into the kitchen, pulled out a kitchen chair and climbed up on top of the kitchen table. Can you believe my mean old daddy spanked me for that?

This week, I've learned I can have a LOT of fun climbing in the bathroom. I figured out how to stand up on the side of the bathtub and get things off the bathroom counter. And then I thought, "Why just stand there and play with all the things when I can get up there and play with everything." So, if things get really quiet in the house and you know I'm probably doing something I shouldn't, here's where you'll likely find me. I like it when my brother forgets to close the bathroom door.

Dental Health

Ever since I went to the dentist, I've been very focused on my dental health. I will brush my teeth at every opportunity. Especially if you put my Elmo toothpaste on my toothbrush. I like to walk into the bathroom and say, "Eeetth!!" That means I want to brush my teeth right now. And this day, I used not only one toothbrush....

but two!!!! Even better!
Do you like my crazy post-nap hair?

Piano Man

I LOVE our piano. I like to go in and play all by myself. I like it even more now that I can climb up on the bench by myself. But what I really like is to help my mommy play. Last night, I was in the living room with Thomas and Daddy when Mommy went into the dining room where the piano is. The second I heard her start playing, I ran as fast as I could in there to help. I think the songs sound better with the notes I add. Mommy let me play for a little while and then she decided she wanted to play one song by herself. So she made me get down from the bench. And then when I tried to walk over and play notes at the end of the piano, she stuck her leg up to block me. That made me mad. So I started pushing on her leg and saying, "Down!! Down!!" She was so surprised to hear me say that, she put her leg down and I got to keep playing.

Poor Me, Part 2

I know it's been a week since I last wrote about my teeth. I'm only 17 months old and thought the visit to the dentist last week was the worst of my trauma. I was wrong. Last week, the dentist just looked at my teeth and took an x-ray. This morning, he patched my teeth. He told my mommy that he was worried that my tooth would splinter more if/when I fall again. So this "dental bandaid" will hopefully be the part that gets damaged if I do fall again.

May I just say that I didn't like it one bit. My mommy was holding my body and my hands while my head was in the dentist's lap. I screamed bloody murder the whole time. After working on me a few minutes, the dentist told me that he was worried about my inability to express myself. They thought it was a funny comment. I just screamed louder. Then we got to take a break while the assistant went to look for something to sand the patch. And the fun started again. I got to take one more break while the dentist went to get one of those tools with a hook on the end that they use when they clean your teeth. He came back and used it on my teeth to try to smooth over the rough patches. Then he finally said, "Ok, Jonathan, we're all done." I'd been screaming the entire time but when I heard that, through my sobs you could hear me say, "All done. All done. All done." And I slowly stopped crying.

I'm glad it's over and I already got to test it out on my lunch. I ate just fine. Now I'm going to take a nap because that wore me out. It was only about 20 minutes, but felt like an hour and a half. And my whole head was sweaty from my screaming. Now I just have to go back in a couple months so they can watch it and see how my teeth do. Hopefully the worst is over.