Well, here we are. Fifteen months old, and starting to develop and express some very distinct opinions of his own, Benji brings more joy, exhaustion, and confusion into my life than any other individual I know.
He’s quite stubborn, and now knows what he wants and vociferously protests when those desires aren’t promptly met, especially with food (“No, I can’t let you eat the orange peel. You don’t have any molars to chew it. You’d choke and die.” “Shrieeeeeeek!” [adamantly pointing at the peel]). He also holds up objects for help getting lids off, or for us to manipulate in some way. We’re trying to teach him the sign for “help,” but I haven’t seen him use any of the baby signs we’ve used so far.