Well, I totally dropped the ball on Emmett’s 20-month photo… I didn’t take one and now we’re more than half way to 21 months so I’m going to skip it. Meanwhile, someone pointed out that DIY has taken a major back seat to the kiddo in our blog posts. I’ll rectify that in the next post. But in the meantime, here’s what Emmett has been up to. (And as I put in the photos below, I realized that Emmett is learning to do a lot of things himself, so that’s DIY, right?)
Making faces in the mirror after bath time every every evening:
Celebrating a hometown victory (Go Seahawks!):
Books, books, books!
(a couple inches at our house this weekend, and more over Christmas at Grandpa’s house)
Making friends with creatures great and small:
Hiking in Eugene at Thanksgiving:
Frequent weekend trips to the park:
It’s never to early to start. Don’t forget to clean your fire truck.
When Emmett was a tiny baby, these photos were easy to take. I could just lie him on or near the tiles and snap away. As he became mobile, I could usually get a few good shots by giving him some toys to play with. Once he started walking, I had to prop up the tiles vertically, place him near them, and hope for a decent shot as he ran around the room and occasionally crossed into the frame. I also tried to strategically place toys or other objects of interest so that he would stay in the vicinity of the tiles long enough for a picture. Last month I decided it was getting too difficult, and nearly didn’t take this month’s photo. But at the last minute (and more than a few days late), I figured I should make an attempt. I leaned the tiles against the fireplace surround, and the first thing that happened was Emmett knocked them down. On purpose. I asked him not to do that, put them back up and - never thought of this before - said “Emmett, go stand in front of the fireplace.” Man, that kid stood right in front of the tiles and started hamming it up for the camera. At first he kept standing right in the middle so you couldn’t see the number, but after a couple of tries I got him to stand off to the side to get the photo above. He even says “cheese.”
I will have some Christmas/winter photos to share soon, but in the meantime, please enjoy a couple of silly ones.
After his bath, he likes to try on my shower cap.
I don’t even know what’s going on here, but he looks pretty sassy with that watering can and matching lunch tote.
18 months. One-and-a-half years old! It seems like a major milestone to me.
I keep thinking of Emmett as a baby, but he’s just not a baby at all anymore. He is steady on his feet, he can talk a little, he understands everything we say, he can eat with a fork and spoon, he knows how to pet a dog nicely, he can feed dogs and chickens, he can identify many objects. He understands advanced concepts such as this: I have pajamas with stars on them, and Emmett learned to point to the stars one by one, saying “tar.” When I wear other pajamas, he points to my leg and says “tar” and then does the “all done / all gone” sign. I say, “That’s right, stars all gone! There are no stars!” and he flashes the biggest smile.
These monthly photos are getting harder to take. The tiles keep falling over or Emmett knocks them over, and Emmett moves so fast I can hardly get a shot with him in the same frame as the tiles, let alone facing the camera. I’ll try to keep it up until 24 months. I’m not sure what I’ll do after that.
I have tons of good ones captured spur of the moment, fortunately. Emmett is really photogenic, but not necessarily when you want him to pose. To wit, here are the “four best” poses from Emmett’s recent picture day at school:
That last one… I always feel a little guilty laughing about it, but it is hilarious. He REALLY did not like having to sit down.
Our neighbors have chickens, and we like to take Emmett to visit them. Sometimes we also help take care of the chickens if our neighbors are out of town. If I say, “let’s go see the chickens,” Emmett runs to our back gate. We are allowed to let the ladies out of their coop to do some scratching and pecking in the yard and under the pine trees. One time, they were finding worms like crazy, which was pretty cool to see. When it’s time for the chickens to go back in their coop, Emmett fetches the bucket of chicken treats. He knows to toss a few handfuls inside the coop so the chickens will go inside. Then we close and lock the door and wave bye-bye. It’s so much fun.
We would love to have chickens one day, but for now it is wonderful to be able to interact with them and not have to take care of them full time. Occasionally we are given some eggs. Right now they’re not laying because of the short days.
This was not my most successful monthly baby photo shoot. I was a week late due to various distractions including Emmett getting mildly sick and teething. I only got a few pictures. None are good and some are like this:
Oh well, at least this photo shows real life. Sometimes a 17-month-old is not happy. But most of the time, Emmett is happy as a clam.
Happy to use a fork.
Happy to stack blocks.
Happy to open the curtains and look out into the darkness (which is anytime after 5 pm now that daylight savings is over - is Seattle moving northward every year or is it just me?)
Really happy to be in his rainbow play tunnel.
Happy to stack the rings in any order he chooses, thank you!
Happy to give a hug to dogs, stuffed or living.
Happy to find a pumpkin.
Happy to be asleep.
Night-night. I keep saying that my little boy isn’t a baby anymore. All day long he runs and throws balls and helps Mommy and Daddy with whatever we’re doing; he’s a kid. But when he wakes up in the wee hours of the night and cling-melts into my arms, and snuggles up to nurse and fall asleep, he is still my baby.
Emmett isn’t much of a talker yet. He says a few words. Mostly he is a boy of action. He never stops moving unless he’s asleep.
Playing in the laundry basket:
Of course Emmett loves to make a mess, but he will actually clean it up too. Every evening at bedtime, Emmett is allowed to choose a few books to read. One night, he just kept going back to the book shelf, pulling each book off one by one and putting it on the bed. Finally he had all of the books on the bed in several stacks. We read a couple of them, and then I asked him to put them all back and he did.