Palmer is eighteen months old this month. Hooray for nursery! He is like a sponge at this age, sucking up everything new word/skill/behavior that he sees or hears. He is a very active toddler. He runs everywhere and he climbs on everything. He learns quickly and says around 50 words and signs several words. He is still very tall, three feet now to be exact. He has a mouthful of teeth and finally has gotten some hair, which is always sticking up, atop his head. He is such a fun kid and he has adjusted so well to having a baby brother and thereby no longer having all the limelight (although he still has a lot of it). This is what is going on with Palmer at eighteen months old.
He has learned: to walk forward and backward/run/climb/jump/dance, to point to all his body parts, to communicate what he needs (most of the time), to get into trouble faster than I can get him out of it, high fives, kisses, to help change Brody's diapers, to clean up spills and throw away garbage, and something new just about daily.
He likes: going "bye-bye," playing with other children, the park, baths, computer animated cartoons, when Daddy comes home, being a big brother and helping with the baby, playing with his cousins/aunties/grandparents, eating (especially fruit and fruit snacks), candy, books, music, being tucked in and climbing
He dislikes: peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, being alone, staying at home all day and having to sit still
Things he does that makes us laugh: he walks bull-legged whenever naked, he pretends everything is a phone, calls all cartoons and red items "Elmo," talks nonstop and only gets louder until he is acknowledged, silly giggles, big hearty laughs and sweet smiles