15 Month Update: A Little Older, A Little Wiser, by Brady Stack

This week I'll turn 15 months. Wow, I'm getting to be so old! Here are some of the new things in my life since the last time I blogged:

1. I'm a very good eater now. Mama and Dada rarely have to make me a separate meal at dinnertime, I eat whatever they eat.

2. I'm learning how to say a few new words. Right now, when I want Mama or Dada to get my juice, I simply walk over to them and say, "Cup." If I want them to play with me, I run and get my ball, throw it to them, and say "ball!"

3. Dada moved his office downstairs to the finished basement. Now, I have my very own toy room, and I love going in there to play with all my new toys. Dada even repainted his old basketball lamp that used to hang in his bedroom to put up in my toy room. Its great!

4. I'm still battling ear infections. Next week, I am going to see a special doctor who is likely going to put some tubes in my ears to stop all the infections. At least then I won't have to feel sick so much.

5. I babble a lot. I guess it is because I don't know too many workd, but I want to talk because other people are talking.

6. I own my house. I go everywhere, and I get into everything. One of my favorites involves running into the dining room to bang on the fireplace doors, then running into the kitchen to try to open all the cabinet doors (which have these hooks on them that I can't figure out), then running over to the pantry, opening the doors, and pulling out the bottles of soda, then running into the bathroom to unravel all the toilet paper, then running to the stove to pull the dish towel off the door, and then going back into the dining room to take my bib off the hook and running around the house with it. When Mama and Dada aren't looking, I go into the trash and take things out of it. I'm in charge. But...

7. Sometimes I do things I'm not supposed to do. Pulling out trash is one of them. When I'm being a good boy, I stop what I am doing when Mama and Dada ask me to stop. Sometimes, I like to test them. For example, the other day, I went over to the trash. Mama looked at me and said, "No, no Brady. Make another choice!" I looked right at her, smiled, opened the trash up, took out a piece of paper, and booked it for the playroom. As you might imagine, I ended up in a timeout, which I don't like at all. When I am in timeout, I have to sit in a corner and I can't play for a whole minute. Then, Mama or Dada has to talk to me about why I went in a timeout. I have to apologize to them by giving them a hug, then I am off again to play. I don't like timeouts. That is why when Mama and Dada say no, I make another choice....usually anyways.