After Cullen’s first birthday, I wasn’t sure if I was going to continue writing his monthly updates. As much as I mostly see this as a professional space, it’s also a personal outlet. I love scrolling back through previous updates, and reading what we were up to many months ago. So for now, they will continue…
While we were celebrating in Connecticut last week, Cullen turned thirteen months old!
I used to hear people describe children as being some awkward number of “months old” (like thirteen!) and wonder why they didn’t just say “he’s one.” The same way I never understood why someone would say they were 27 weeks pregnant, rather than seven months along. But now I’ve been pregnant and have a baby and I totally get it – both experiences are so precious, and each day, week, and month is to be savored and celebrated.
So what does thirteen months look like? Apparently, I have a toddler.
I had no idea until very recently, that toddlerhood begins at the one year mark. I thought I got to hold onto having a baby for much longer. But as I watch Cullen stomp in circles, rearrange furniture, and babble endlessly, I’m realizing babyhood is definitely behind us.
These days he is wildly independent. He wants nothing to do with me, and will happily entertain himself for most of the day. Of course this doesn’t mean I suddenly have loads of free time, as his idea of self-entertainment typically involves eating rocks, slobbering on the baby monitor, and splashing in the dog bowls. Who me?
He is incredibly social, and has never shown any sort of separation anxiety (knock on wood). In fact, when we are in large groups, he scurries away from me and Casey and walks around smiling and waving at new faces. I have no idea where he gets this from, since Casey and I both tend to be rather shy.
His play has developed and changed a lot this month. He’s obsessed with moving and stacking, taking things in and out, and rearranging things. The favorite toy of the moment is CUPS. Measuring cups, stacking cups, empty yogurt cups – doesn’t matter. He’ll stack them, line them all up, fill them with blocks, tip them back and pretend to take a drink.
I love watching him play at this age, because he has this incredible intensity and sense of purpose. He moves things around as if it would be silly to place them anywhere else. He seems to have a master plan in his head at all times, and I often wish I knew what he was thinking.
When he’s not inside pushing our barstools around the kitchen, he’s outside eating mulch and gathering sticks.
He’s not saying any “real” words yet, but his babbling continues to develop. After just a week with his older cousin, he is already making new noises and increasing his babble. Yesterday, toward the end of a long car ride, I asked if he was all done, and I swear he repeated all done twice. He also yelled dada at the TV screen when we were watching home videos the other day. He is definitely close to talking, and I can’t wait.
Another new favorite thing? The slide! We send him down on his belly and have someone ready to catch at the bottom. The first time we tried it I thought he might be scared, but he laughed the whole way down and clapped for more the minute his feet hit the pavement.
As far as sleeping goes, we’re officially down to one nap each day. It’s still sort of a gamble on when that nap is, so our days are a bit unpredictable right now. Bedtime is between 7 and 7:30 each night, and Cullen sleeps soundly until around 4am. I get up and feed him, and then we both go back to sleep. He gets up for the day between 7 and 8. So still not technically sleeping through the night, but not horrible either. I am so ready for the 4am business to be over.
On that note, we are actively weaning. I have absolutely loved breastfeeding, but I think we are both ready for the next step. I’m taking it pretty slow – dropping feedings one at a time. I seem to be very prone to mastitis, and I was worried that weaning would trigger it again. Unfortunately I was right – and got another bout of it as we dropped from four feedings a day to three. We’ve been solidly at three feedings a day for about two weeks now, and I’m hoping to drop our mid-day feeding this week. Cullen is doing well, and doesn’t really seem to miss it. Sniff.
I’m planning to write another post later this week all about Cullen’s meals (and milk!). But overall, feeding him is going really well, and I’m having a lot of fun with it. He has his picky moments, but most of the time he’s a really hearty eater. His belly is gigantic, so I’m pretty sure that he’s not starving.
He’s a crazy little character these days. Full of life and so, so much energy. I love that he is becoming his own little person, and he cracks us up constantly. More and more I can sort of imagine what he’ll be like as a four, five, and six year old – weird!
Thirteen Month Rundown:
- Weight: 22-23ish pounds
- Teeth: still 8! They came so quickly and now they’ve totally stalled.
- Favorite Foods: Apples, English muffins, almond butter, black bean chili, mashed potatoes, lentils
- Party Tricks: clapping, waving, pointing at nose, stomping, dancing, spinning in a circle
- Favorite Toy: cups!
- Likes: dancing to Rick Springfield, doing laps around the kitchen, opening his kitchen cabinet, remotes, talking on speaker phone, riding in the wagon, petting Huey & Indy
- Dislikes: sitting in the bathtub, long car rides, taking a predictable nap each day, not being held between 5-6pm,
And last but not least, a video of Cullen in action at thirteen months!
He never stops moving, and truly has a mind of his own. What a goof!