Oh, my little man, how he is a changin'. I snapped this picture of Plus One after he found one of my night gowns in the laundry and got stuck in it while playing. He loves all things "silky".
This has been a hard month for the little guy. As his mobility increases, so do the bumps and bruises. Needless to say he is running instead of walking.
Just a few days before he turned 14 months old, we had a MAJOR lesson in the word HOT. While I was grilling steaks one evening, Plus One reached up and touched the outside of the grill. In a split second he received 2nd degree burns on the tips of his fingers on his right hand. I was standing right there, and though he screamed it wasn't until much later in the evening that I realized the seriousness of the injury. After a call to the doctor, it was determined that I would take him to the doctor the next morning. We made daily trips to the clinic to get the burns re-dressed for 12 days. I cried every night after he went to bed for the first several days. There is nothing as painful as having your baby injured. And I felt guilty for having it take place right under my nose. I put a sock over the HUGE bandaging the nurses wrapped his hand with to keep it clean and dry. He grew to understand that it felt better to have the sock on, because when it came off, it meant the pain of having the burns cleaned and dressed. I think the hardest part had to be that he was no longer able to suck his fingers (which he has done the whole time I have known him). Thank goodness for his silky blanket! He was just amazing the way he adjusted to life with your right hand in a sock. He gave new meaning to the word resilient at our house. He would let me hold his hand above his head the whole time he was bathing, and still played with all his bath toys as if I weren't there. There are so many scary things that can happen to toddlers and I am glad we survived this one. Today he is sporting a black-eye from hitting his head on the side at the park. I don't think the bumps and bruises will end anytime soon.
As for all other aspects of Plus One's life. He is sleeping less as we transition into one nap a day. And about every fourth day, he will still need two naps. I think he is eating a little less these days, but he still eats a whole sandwich at a time. Communication seems to change daily. He barks like a dog, hisses like a snake, and growls like a bear on command. He says Mommy, but only in a whine (very pleasant). We use the signs more and finished and I feel like he would use more if I took the time to teach him.
The sound of a train whistle scares him and occasionally so will a honking horn. He is super good about holding my hand when I ask him to. It still makes me a little nervous that he will go to any stranger that will hold him, especially if the stranger looks like a "grampa". He caught feeding the dogs nearly every meal. Little stinker!
Plus One is the light of our days.
