He talks, he plays the recorder. He dances, he is obsessed with cheese, and he gives the wettest kisses.
18 months have turned this beautiful baby into an amazing little person.
Tantrums, an embarrassing obsession with “In The Night Garden”, amazingly good fine motor skills, and not so advanced gross motor skills. He can put all his shapes in the shape sorter, but falls flat on his face when he tries to run.
His communication skills are fantastic. He seems to be learning new words (multiple) every day, and this morning said quite clearly “ball gone”, a two word combination, which is pretty good for an 18 month old.
He still gets very cross when either Mark or I leave him, and still becomes absolutely desolate at the gym. We’ve been going at least twice a week for the past few weeks, and is now playing happily with the toys, interacting with the child care worker, and has a wonderful time, until I stand up to go. He ramps up into an desperate wail, which takes some minutes to calm. I suppose I can use my gym membership to get some study done!
A ball flying through the air is still the funniest thing he has ever seen, loving Daisy is a new obsession (one that Daisy isn’t too keen to comply with), and there is nothing more satisfying than spreading the recycling from one end of the house to the other.
Equal parts of determination and delight, life with Inigo is a rollercoaster of laughter and tears, and though it’s hard to know where he’s heading, it’s the best ride of m life.
And in case you can’t tell from the photo, I think he’s beautiful.
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He is beautiful.
he is beautiful, and I love seeing th combination of you and Mark in his face.
don’t fret about the gross motor skills Inigo – I’m 41 and pretty sorted, but I still manage to fall up stairs