James is now 14 months. Still not walking, which I know is perfectly normal, but we keep meeting 9/10-month-olds who have been taking their first steps. Ah well, he won't be long - he can stand fairly well on his own now and only needs a couple of fingers to lean on gently while he walks.
He's obsessed with doors: opening them, closing them, going through them. And repeat. And getting cross when he closes them and then can't open them again. I've bought some doorstops to keep doors which should be open, open, and he is not best pleased about this. He enjoys closing the kitchen stair gate but then gets cross because he can't open it again. If he
Talking - the current favourite word is 'Uh-oh', sometimes used in context, sometimes not. He can say 'Cat' and 'Bye-bye' and various other things that might be words. He loves singing songs and can do some of the actions. At the end of the song he squeals and claps.
James has (finally) made the transition from two naps to one, and it's usually from around 11-12.30ish. It is so much easier to get him to sleep for just one nap, especially as he's very tired by then, than for two. He won't sleep on me any longer which is nice in a way but I miss the enforced lie downs...
Nursery is going well. Most days I have to sign at least one accident form and take home at least one set of dirty clothes. I guess this means he's enjoying himself. He loves to go on the climbing frame there. He enjoys playing with his friend Alba there.
Term has started so all the regular activities are on again. Our typical week looks something like this:
Monday
AM nursery
PM meet friends in the park/play at someone's house
Tuesday
AM nursery
PM meet friends in the park/play at someone's house
Wednesday
AM swimming
PM parent and toddler session at the children's centre
Thursday
AM Gran looks after him
PM Go shopping/do something with Gran
Friday
Nursery all day
So it's a bit more restricted than it used to be, but we still have a chance to meet up with friends and play in the park.
That fourth top tooth finally broke through on holiday. Now he's teething again and really suffering with it, poor boy. I think it's the molars this time (rather than the missing lower incisors) and they ain't much fun.
Holiday! James enjoyed his first proper seaside holiday in Devon with his parents, paternal grandparents and great-grandmother. He paddled in the sea, which he wasn't sure about to begin with, but soon decided was fun. He played in the sand (lots). He went for bracing walks on the cliff path carried in the backpack by Mummy, or Daddy, or Granny. He scooted backwards along the kitchen floor. He played with all the tourist leaflets in the cottage. He slept terribly every night. He ate ice creams. He got up close and personal with pigs, sheep, horses and chickens. In general a good time was had by all.
