Teig 18 months

I got to talk to my parents on the phone this week and they complimented me and encouraged me to keep writing on my blog.  I loved hearing this and their support leads me to post an update about each boy which has not happened for a while.

TEIG:  18 months!
Teig is at such a great age.  He is super independent.  He decided he refuses to sit in his high chair.  He insists on standing on a big chair to eat his meals.  We finally broke his habit of climbing on the table constantly, so now he can eat at the table with us.  He also will NOT be fed.  He must feed himself.  If I try to insist on spooning something into his mouth he spits it out or throws it at me.  He is just like my other boys were at 18 months when they suddenly decided that they were only going to eat certain things.  For Teig it's a small number of items.  The only things he will regularly not refuse are raisins, milk and water.  He says mama and dada and baba and when you ask him to say Eirik or Joren he opens his mouth and mouths the words with no sound.  The cutest thing in the world is when you ask him to say Teig.  He tips his cute little head over so his ear touches his shoulder and gives a little look as if to say, "that's me".  Oh, it is to die for.  He loves cars.  He sits at the top of our slide in our basement and races our hot wheels down the slide for hours.  He loves balls of all kinds.  He loves Tor and other dogs.  He adores ducks.  He loves to chase them and make their sounds.  He loves to spot them in books.  On Christmas day Teig hit his head at the church and got a major cut on his forehead.  It is now a pretty significant scar.  We call it his Harry Potter Scar. Just a few weeks later as his head was still healing, he slipped on the wet floor after the boys flooded the kitchen and put his tooth through his lip in a horrible way.  It was a nasty cut.  I prayed with all my faith that God would help it heal quickly and a wound that I thought would normally take weeks to heal was invisible in a week.  His third scar is from a hot melt glue gun on his arm.  Baby skin is so tender and I just don't think those little scars will ever go away.  It breaks my heart that so early in his life he has had to suffer like that.  He's so tough though.  Amazingly tough.   
He is pretty fearless, and wise.  He nods his head "yes" in this slow precise fashion when he wants to answer a question in the affirmative.  He loves all things about farm animals and books.  He thinks tractors are really cool.  He is a really cute little dancer.  He loves to wear big shoes around all the time.  He loves to imitate me when I do dishes or put laundry in the machine or sweep or clean toilets.  He hates to have his diaper changed. He loves to be outside!  We can't wait for spring!!!  He is really really well behaved.  He goes to bed without too much trouble.  He asks for what he wants and needs.  He plays really well with other kids.  He loves his mama and give me great big hugs when I have not been with him for any length of time.  He blows me a kiss every night from his crib after I say goodnight.  He knows tons of animal sounds and sign language.  He understands so much of what we say.  He can say a little over half of his alphabet sounds.  I know that language light bulb is going to come on any minute and he is going to start jabbering away.  It's such a fun stage to watch happen.  He is really a delight.