X's mastery of the word "no" coincided with his illness. We heard a whole lot of "no" during the week he was sick. Frankly, I liked him better before all the "no."
X has also learned to identify his parents. I am the one he wants to carry him around all the time. I am the one who has to listen to him wail every time I leave his sight. I am the one whose plate he insists on eating off of. And what do I get for all that? I get called "Daddy." He also calls Daddy Daddy.
X started taking baths in the big tub. He loves baths. The moment you take him out, he runs away, dripping wet and laughing.
X got a time-out today for hitting K. A little later, when K was crying (because he is scared of monsters -- yes, these are two very different children, X would eat the monster), X went up to him and kept hugging and kissing him. Progress!
Leah does this exact same thing. Total Mommy's girl but still refuses to call me anything but Dada. Her Daddy is Daddy, Eden is Dee-Dee, I'm Dada. She is perfectly capable of forming the WORD Mama, she just refuses to do it.
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