18 months old!
Cheese Puff still shocks us with his vocabulary. And he's a very outgoing, friendly (for the most part) little boy. He will yell, "Hi" and "Bye" to people in cars driving past us on walks. Or people driving past us in parking lots. Or people just walking around. He doesn't have to know you. But he needs to give you a proper greeting.
When he's tired of something, or some place, he'll say, "Bye bye!" That's my signal that I've spent too much time visiting, and he wants to get home.
His song repertoire has grown. He now sings "Twinkle, twinkle, little star," the alphabet song, Happy Birthday, and the choruses of songs he hears on the radio, or that he hears his older brothers singing. He's got a good ear, and picks up melodies pretty quickly. Bob has decided that he will be the singer. I told him that will be tough, since Little Elvis will most certainly (it could change, but I doubt it) not want to practice any instruments and will want the center of attention. If Bob gets his brother band wish, then Cheese Puff might get stuck playing an instrument and singing harmonies.
This baby is still a big snuggle muffin. He loves hugs, cuddles, and kisses (although he wipes them off now to be funny.) I need to stress here that he loves those from his parents. If his brothers, mainly Little Elvis, try to hug, or get in his face, then he screams and yells and hits.
Hitting is getting to be a big problem for us. When I correct him after he hits at me or his brothers, he bawls. Just bawls. He's a whole lot more like Little Elvis with that. Baby Plum could care less if he was getting scolded.
Baby Plum, who I thought might be napping was not. He's destroyed his bedroom by pulling a lot of stuff out of his closet, and has hurt his big toe.