The last few months have been a blast! Quintin is now almost 19-months old and is becoming more of a little boy every time I blink. He is building his vocabulary every day and his newfound ability to communicate seems to give him self confidence and a sense of pride. He can say at least 40 words, and can repeat virtually everything we ask him to pronounce.
He hasn’t learned how to make “r”, “s”, “l” or “w” sounds yet but I’m sure it won’t be long. His personality is really shining through and he gives the best hugs and kisses (when he hugs you he rests his head on your shoulder and gently pats you with his fingers)! I can’t get enough 🙂
Part of Quintin getting older is his ability to entertain himself for longer periods of time. He’s becoming more adept at actually “playing” with toys, rather than just picking them up and chucking them across the room, and he likes to flip through books on his own while making sounds.
We also allow Quintin to watch TV from time to time, which we take advantage of either to buy time us parents some time to do something productive like cook or clean, or to cheer Q up if he’s not feeling well. His current favorite movies are Alvin and the Chipmunk and Winnie the Pooh. In fact, Winnie the Pooh is a bit of an obsession at this point…an obsession that is further amplified by the 9 Winnie the Pooh and Friend’s stuffed animals that his grandma Julie purchased for him. He runs around the house screaming “Pooooooww Poooooooww” and “Tiggewww” while toting his new friends around. He just loves them 🙂
Another part of Quintin getting older is his more frequent use of the word “no” and his experimentation with tantrums. Oh yes, the tantrums have started! Sometimes it’s because he is beyond tired and so exhausted that he melts down into a ball of fury, but other times it’s something that seems so silly it is hard to keep a straight face: doesn’t want to brush his teeth, doesn’t want to wear THAT shirt, screams when I take his food plate away even though he’s just told me he is “all done”, I won’t let him break something, I am trying to change his poopy diaper, etc, etc, etc. I guess in his young mind, these are major frustrations and he has some REALLY big feelings for such a little guy. I just keep reminding myself that this is JUST a phase (but for how long?)!
This weekend was Easter so we signed Q up for an egg hunt at the local recreation center.
The event was a sight to behold! Picture a large grass field with kiddos aged 18-months to 3-years old lined up on opposing sides, like mini gladiators facing a grassy sea of colorful eggs.
When they signaled the start time, hoards of kids with their colorful baskets scrambled onto the field, placing as many eggs as they could get their hands on into their baskets. There were so many people moving towards the center of the field, for a moment we thought someone would surely be trampled. Ken’s mom Bev had joined us for the festivites and was Q’s escort on the hunt, giving Ken and I a chance to take some photos and video.
Q ultimately retrieved about a dozen eggs and seemed to be very proud of himself.
We followed up the hunt with a pancake breakfast and photos with the Easter bunny. It was a great Saturday morning.
P.S. – Just for comparison sake, here a photo of Quintin at Easter last year and a link to last year’s Easter blog post. Boy has time flown by!