At 18 months, Evan's personality is really starting to shine through. He's sweet and goofy and smart.
He's moved past the toddling and now walks and runs with confidence. He still can't jump (he can't figure out that his ankles are part of the equation) but it's hilarious to watch him try. He's always willing to do a little circuit of tricks including sit down, stand up, clap your hands, stomp your feet, pat your head, rub your belly, turn around, run, freeze, go like this (pose in some way), dance, etc. This is what I do in the evenings to tire him out.
He is still obsessed with books. He's almost always in the back of the room alone or with a teacher reading when we pick him up from daycare. He spends most of every evening flipping through books and bring them to us to read. He's amazing at identifying animals, colors and various other objects in books.
He can say and identify his colors. He's well on his way to identifying and saying his shapes. He can repeat the alphabet and identify a few letters. He knows his animals and makes their sounds and is starting to actually say their names. He says dog, polar bear, hippo, duck and just a few more.
When we're driving in the car, he says "tweet tweet" when he sees birds out the window. He points and identifies trees, buses and beep-beeps (cars.) Outside, he points toward the sky and says "moon" (sometimes when he sees it and sometimes not.)
He says lots of fruit and veggie names and pretzel, pizza, water, milk, and others.
I guess the point is, that he says a lot. However, the other day he handed David a small animal. David asked, "what's this?" Evan made a "guh" sound and I thought, "oh, it's a goat." David looked at it and said, "it's a goat. Can you say goat?" To which I replied, "he told you it was a goat." And then I thought about it. What he said sounded nothing like "goat" but I'm so used to listening to him that I know his sounds. So maybe he's not really saying all those things I just said he's saying.
He loves Laika and Lars and any other animals we happen to see. I can't wait until it warms up a bit so we can take him to the zoo. We call him our little zoo keeper because he has a set of magnetic animals that he spends a lot of time transferring from the fridge, to the back door, to the front door, back to the fridge. It's like he's moving the animals around the zoo.
He's able to climb on the couches now but mostly stays off of them. And (knock on wood) doesn't climb on anything else, even though he's capable. He's a little mischievous with things like the kitchen cabinets, the dog's water dish, the cat's water dish, dresser drawers, etc. Typical 18 month old stuff, I suspect.
My favorite is that he's so lovey. Between his reading and animal transfers, he can be found with his arms wrapped around one of our legs, or crashing into our laps for hugs, or french kissing our cheeks (yes, he's still a full open mouth kisser and now he's added tongue-- but I think it's just because he thinks it's funny to lick our faces and the reaction it gets.)
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