Miles and I like to joke about him growing to fast... he says, "In July I will be 4, and then I will be 5, and then I will be 6, and then 7, ..." and on and on. And, all the while I am saying "No! No! Nooooo!!!" And he thinks it's so funny and I do too... but I do get sad that he's growing up so fast. I do freak out that in 1 year from this summer, we will be getting him ready for kindergarten! It just seems crazy to me! We no longer get amazed by the new words he learns - now we get amazed by the big words he uses and the questions that he asks. He's not learning how to talk - he talks and he understands.
And, with that... he surely has learned how to "work" us (aka manipulate us). At bedtime, he suddenly is hungry even though he didn't touch his dinner. I struggle with it because who wants to send a kid to bed hungry? Not me! Because I will be the one he wakes up at 2am for a snack! LOL. We have our battles, but overall, we think Miles is a pretty darn good kid. He rarely argues when it's time for bath, bed, time to turn off the TV and for that we are thankful. He's also started playing more independently. He will play with his trains in his playroom all by himself. I remember asking our good friend Monica about this (she's a preschool teach)... Wondering if Miles will always need someone playing with him... and she said that at about 3.5 he will slowly learn how to play by himself if we encourage him. She was right. It's a bittersweet turning point. But, it also means extra time to make dinner, clean the house, or to dote on little Oliver. And Miles is still in love with trains... and has lost interest in his train table and loves building his tracks on the floor.
And, then there is lil Oliver. Our sweet little man is almost 15 months old. He's walking really well these days, but he has lots of battle wounds. I forgot how hard the first few months of walking can be... lots of bumping into walls, doors, you name it. He's even taken a few falls at school... flat on his face... chasing after a ball. Poor kid. 
He seems to be getting a new tooth every week (he's been much earlier in getting teeth than Miles ever was) which means lots of fussiness and lots of Motrin. And... he's really starting to talk and repeat everything. He learned the word SHOE and will even point at his foot when he says it. He will say Xie Xie (Chinese for Thank You), and he says MaMa in the sweetest, saddest little voice. He says DaDa, Goo Goo, and even tries to say Miles. We get just as excited with his first words as we did with Miles... he's at a really great age. He's happy and playful... and boy does he loves his pacifier. Miles was weaned off of his paci when he was about 8 months, but Oliver has a super big temper and really loves to scream... and once he has that paci, he calms down. Oh, I dread the day when we have to figure out how to wean him from that. For now, much to daddy's chagrin, it's here to stay.
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