I thought it must be time for a triplet update. My gorgeous ‘babies’ are 18 months!
|They love drawing, but oh gosh, it’s such hard work! They start well, but before long there is squabbles happening, climbing on table, and Toby will always -ALWAYS- start pegging writing implements around the room.|
OK, truthfully, I wrote that first line several weeks ago. You may have noticed that my blogging is very random at the moment. I never had the time to complete the rest of the post, so it is more accurate to say my babies “were” 18 months, up until Tuesday, when they clocked into the 19 month arena. I shall still update you on their 18 month happenings. Because 18 months is somewhat of a milestone in my opinion.
To me 18 months often marks that period where a child leaves behind the baby days and fully embraces and looks no longer like a baby, but just a toddler. I’m pleased to say that my babies still look like babies. Hurrah! I’m now wondering whether that may be because they were 2 months premmie, maybe they will stay babyish for an extra 2 months?
So in addition to table climbing, we have cot climbing – by the girl. Unfortunately Immy’s cot sides are lower than the boys. So the boys have not commenced attempts for freedom. Imogen however keeps climbing up the end of her cot, and then trying to get things off the shelves that are mounted on the wall above her cot. Which is annoying, because they are full of special trinkets that are supposed to be out of reach. This morning I found a broken helicopter propeller from a pewter money box. *Sniff, sniff* Imogen also climbs the screen door. Sometimes when she is sick of being outdoors, she tries to let herself inside. She’s never been able to do it, so we end up with a shrieking girl stuck to the screen door like a cat. It’s rather precarious opening a door with a child clawed to the outside too!
They are talking a lot better now. For awhile Imogen was by far the better talker. At the moment though it is my social bug Jayden who is now also the chatterbug. He is constantly delivering impressive words such as “gentle” and can amply communicate his desires with words such as “more”, “no no” and “tank ooo”. Immy also says these words, but not as often as Jayden at the moment. Toby remains a man of action, preferring to communicate by doing rather than saying. Although all three do talk, “Bronco” (our dog), “Woof woof”, “Bye Bye”, “Dadda”, “Mumma”, “No” are constantly used by all three. They are all obsessed with labelling whoever is crying, (be it each other or one of the older kids), as “Bubba”. It’s rather sweet. They will start saying, “Bubba, bubba” when someone is crying and come up and pat the sad persons back or head and give them a cuddle. Jayden and Toby tend to take it one step further and sit on the sad person while patting, or lie down on them to cuddle. This normally does not have a conciliatory effect, and because it is Imogen who must often receive this treatment, there results much high pitched shrieking and the noise increases a few decibels.
They all LOVE shoes! Imogen and Jayden will say “shoe” and ask for it to be put on their feet. Imogen particularly likes getting into her own shoes and insisting on wearing them when she is dressed. They all love putting on shoes that are larger than their own foot. It becomes a dilemma, because we often find it difficult to find a matching pair, as they get stomped around and deposited in the most unlikely spots. In fact this week we had a new In Home Carer start work for a 5 week stretch, and the poor lady had to go home with only one thong as we just could not find it’s mate anywhere! (Thankfully it appeared the next day, although we still do not know where it had been hidden, it was just a case of catching a toddler wearing it later the next day.) I have two gorgeous memories of little Miss Imogen. The first that I know is looked into my mind is her after church one Sunday, shrieking (Have you gathered that Imogen likes to do high pitched girly shrieks?) because her little blue ballet flat came off. She went charging up to Alex who was having his Sunday afternoon nap, she threw the the shoe in his face, lifted her leg up and continued wailing until Cinderella once again had two shoes, and off she toddled! The other memory is her in the hallway, a big brother’s shoe on one foot, and attempting to roller skate with a wooden toy car on the other foot.
Cuddling is also a popular past time. It warms the heart to watch them being affectionate to one another.
What do you think – do they still look like (bigger, admittedly) babies? Bre
ak it to me gently if you disagree…
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