Jonah turned 18 months old yesterday. He's becoming such a little boy. He's the first "picky eater" that I've had and I'm at my wits end. I still keep putting the food he won't touch in front of him and he still refuses to eat it...might have something to do with the fact that his dad spoils him rotten. He is talking a lot more now.
At 18 months he can say:
cheerio (sounds the same as cereal)
cookie (free cookies at Smith's have made him a coniseur)
uh-uh (with an adamant head shake) As in, "Do you wann go night night?" "UH-UH" shaking head side to side
milk (but the "k" is practically missing)
he tries to say all of the kids names but they're still pretty unintelligible
He still throws fits and screams when he doesn't get his way but he's starting to do that thing that toddlers do...where they babble on endlessly and you look at them and say, "Oh, yeah!" "That's great!" "Wow, really!"
Well, I do anyway.
Have a great day.