I sing songs to Owen each night when I put him to bed. One of our favorites to sing together is one that goes like this:
I love you Owen, oh yes I do;
I love you Owen, and I’ll be true.
When you’re not with me, I’m blue;
Oh, Owen I love you!
(Anyone know the tune? It’s very catchy. I learned it in college, for some strange reason. I have memories of running down the halls in the dorm and singing that song to various people before bed? Weird.)
Anyway, Owen LOVES it, and after I sing it once, he says, “Blue! Blue!” So I sing it again. And again. And again. He sings with me, and it is honestly so cute to hear him singing with me that I sing it as many times as he requests it. I even took my phone in there one night and recorded us singing in pitch black. Now I can hear his sweet toddler singing voice forever. Lots of times he will shout out different names he wants to use in place of Owen. We sing for his friend Aaiden at daycare, for Mommy, Daddy, Papa, LaLa, etc.
Two nights ago I started singing that song, and he goes, “Sssss, Mommy! Sssss!” (He says ssssss instead of shhhhh and he holds his finger up to his nose instead of his mouth.) At first I thought he didn’t like the sound of me singing, so I tried another song and he was cool with it. We sang a few others and then I went back to Blue. “Nooo, Mommy! Sssss!” I still don’t know why he didn’t want to hear it (maybe he was afraid it meant he had to go in his crib and go night-night?), but I was amazed that he was able to communicate with me and tell me what he wanted (or didn’t want, in this case).
Other things I want to remember from this stage (less than a month until he’s TWO!):
Favorite food is dattuwauce (applesauce). He also loves guacamole, plain vanilla yogurt, crackers, nilk (milk), water, fish tacos (he makes the cutest face and blows on the fish because he knows it is hot), and salsa. It is hard for me to get him to eat anything besides these items, which is pretty frustrating. I don’t want him to be picky like me! What kid doesn’t like macaroni and cheese? Ugh!
He goes on the potty at daycare an average of 3 times each day. We aren’t really pushing potty training at home. If he acts interested in the potty, I will certainly take him, but he doesn’t really tell me when he needs to go. I know he’ll eventually get there and I’m not going to rush him!
He still can’t say Olive’s name – he calls her Arsh. I will say Ol- ive in two distinct syllables, and he says Ah- arsh. It doesn’t really matter what he calls her – he obviously is in love with her. He loves to kiss her and hug her. She is a pretty good sport.
Just this month he has started forming sentences. “I go potty, Mommy!” “What are you doing?” Pretty cute stuff.
I’d say for about 4-6 months now he has known all of his letters. I don’t know what they are doing with him at daycare, but it is certainly working! We are using Jake’s old refrigerator magnets and he loves to hand letters to me and specify which letter it is.