Normally, when someone says “Happy 18th” – it means being able to legally visit pubs & nightclubs, get your driver’s licence, vote in the next election (!) – and no longer being termed “under-age”.
But – that applies to being 18 YEARS old – not much changes when you’re 18 MONTHS old.
Cameron turned 18 months old yesterday – and has turned into a happy, yet determined little boy.
> He’s one of those kids who wants to get into EVERYTHING – and has a mini-tantrum when he doesn’t get what he wants.
> He’s been saying many more words – like Truck, Car, Bath, Dog, Shoes, Apple.
> He’s become a bit of a Daddy’s boy (this week) – giving big hugs and kisses – and refuses to give me a hug as I leave for work (he must think I can’t go if he doesn’t say goodbye)
> He now blows kisses – with a hand to mouth, and “whak” sound effect (!)
> He notices planes flying overhead, going “oooh !” and pointing to the sky
> He loves watching the earth-mover machinery at the nearby freeway construction site – saying “dig, dig, dig”
> He loves spinning around on the lino – until he gets dizzy & has to sit down
> He loves to eat Cucumber, Tomato (not me !), and Apple – and other vegies & fruit
> He’s happy to dig in the sandpit, and mud in the backyard – and rips out grass to blow in the wind
> He enjoys books, and points at tractors and animals – saying “roar, roar !” when he sees the lions and tigers
It’s really amazing being a dad, and watching him grow & change. And to see the things that he likes & doesn’t like.
Equally amazing to see his personality develop – we haven’t taught him about trucks or diggers – he just likes them – a real little boy.
So, here’s to you matey – “Happy 18th” Cameron !