16 months

The last time I blogged about the state of the little man that is NCS was 11 months ago. I can't believe how fast time flies. I read recently that "time is every mother's enemy," how true that is. I want to cry just thinking about it.

NCS is growing and learning like crazy. He is such a wonderful, sweet, even polite little boy, it melts me. Of course, he has developed a habit of hitting his Mommy (Where did that come from?!?) that I am trying to nip in the bud, though I don't know if I'm going about it correctly. One thing I have removed from his repertoire is giving High Fives. Instead, we have taught him to shake hands, and when he shakes his Mommy's hand, he kisses it afterwards. Ha!

He still isn't speaking so much. He says "Mama," "Dada," "Braaaa," (meaning 'Meow'), he pants like a puppy when you ask him what a puppy says, says "Mmmmmmmm..." when you ask him what a cow says, and I think he tried to say ball yesterday, sounding like "ba..." What he absolutely, positively does say, hundreds of times a day is "hmmm?" Maybe that's just his way of verbalizing whatever it is he's thinking, and I'm sure it sounds like "milk" or "please" or "bath" to him, but he just sounds very inquisitive to us.

Over the last week or so, he has really gotten the hang of sleeping all night. I am so absolutely happy about this, I just want to dance around like a crazy person. It's so funny how the human -- or mother's -- brain works. I can barely remember what it felt like to not sleep.

Oh, and we have entered the beginning phase of weaning. Yikes.