Forest is 17 months old and pretty soon he’ll be able to
write these little guest posts himself. Baby boy is blurting out new words all
the time and has even started stringing simple phrases together (Bye Bye
Doggie, No cup, Hi Daddy, etc). I have a feeling it won’t be long until he can
tell us exactly what his likes and dislikes are, but for now I am still doing
my best to translate his toddler jibberish into adult language. He’s very
patient (for the most part) with my lack of fluency in jibber-jabber. Anyhoos,
I’ll pass him the mic. Here he is to tell you in his own words (with my
translation) about his current inerests.
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Hiya folks! 17 months is a pretty big
age. I feel like I only have one more month to milk this baby thing until I
cross the threshold into full on toddler-hood. Being a toddler certainly has
it’s perks but being a baby has it’s nice points as well. I kind of like being
a hybrid for the time being. But here are some things I definitely don’t like:
1) Teething. Are you kidding me with this? Just when I let my guard down and
start being mellow, happy, and taking good long naps, my two year molars decide
to crash the party. Maybe they didn’t get the memo that these teeth are for 2
year olds, not 1.33 year olds. Sheesh!
2) Teething makes me dislike pretty much
everything so it’s hard to say what things are really rotten and which things just
seem terrible from the teething lens through which I am currently viewing the
world. I better just skip the dislikes for now and lump them all together under
‘teething’.
Even through the painful haze of teething, these are the things I still
love, so you know they are really good.
Likes:
1) Swim class.
My daddy and I finally
convinced my mom that I’m much more likely to be the next Michael Phelps than
the next Mozart so this Spring we’ve traded my music class for swim lessons and
I couldn’t be happier. The first day the instructor was all, ‘do you think he’d
be comfortable getting water in his face?’ (p.s. dontcha hate when adults talk
about you like you aren’t even there). Anyway I showed her my ‘comfort’ level by
diving head first right on into the pool and laughing maniacally after my mom
pulled me out. Am I comfortable getting water in my face? You be the judge:
2) Baby Einstein.
Look, I know it may seem infantile but the Baby Einstein
puppets crack me up. I especially love on Baby Wordsworth when the cat puppet
makes the bed. I mean that’s just good quality comedy. And on Baby Neptune when
the Octopus puppet kicks the soccer ball? HILARIOUS.
3) My toy lawn mower.
Just
when I thought pushing things couldn’t get any more awesome, my grandparents
send me this contraption which when you push it, it also makes bubbles.
4) Bubbles.
The downside of the bubble making lawn
mower is I am torn between my love of pushing and my love of chasing down
bubbles.
5) Samson.
This is nothing new but I sure do love that little
guy. I show him my devotion everyday by laying on the sweet hugs and being in
charge of treat-giving when we have to leave him home for an outing.
Every once
in a while I get a little too exhuberant and overzealous in my love for him and
have to be reminded to hug and pet him softly but for the most part I can tell
Samson loves me too.
6) Running.
My parents knew when they named me 'Forest' that
I’d have to deal with a few ‘run, Forrest, Run jokes’ in my lifetime but I don’t
think they had any idea how relevant that mantra would be for me.
Last month I learned to pick my knees up when I run and from that day on, if I was going somewhere, I was running.
Last month I learned to pick my knees up when I run and from that day on, if I was going somewhere, I was running.
Alright guys, that’s me. Next month I
will be the big 1-8. Can’t wait to tell you all about it.