15 months

The 15th month has been a very trying period.

Separation anxiety usually peaks between 12-18 months and we are definitely going through a pretty intense bout of it. He started exhibiting symptoms of separation anxiety when we first changed nanny 2 months ago, and he has not recovered from it.

The nanny tells me that when i'm out, he'd play and laugh and be very obedient. But somehow when i'm home, he turns into a whiney needy koala bear. He wants to ensure that his body sticks to mine with the largest surface area possible before he is satisfied, and sometimes even that is not enough. I can't even go to the toilet without him following, no joke. As if spending all his waking hours isn't enough, he'd even wake up in the middle of the night and want to "hangout" for a couple of hours before going back to bed. Ugh... sigh... (he is whining as i'm typing now cos i'm not giving him my full 200% attention).

I've wished on many occasions to be more "wanted" by him but now i'm really overdosing. Sometimes i just want to scream, "GIVE ME BACK MY TOILET TIME!".

"I need you mama..."

Physically his motor skills has improved by leaps and bounds. He can go up and down the stairs unassisted, and he has become quite the imitator. Sometimes he does a funny action and i'd wonder WTH he's doing before realising that it's an impression of me! He will fake sneeze and cough while covering his mouth its hilarious.

Breadtalk did not sponsor this. And i did not help him put this on. I think he sees me trying on different hats before going out and thought it's fun to try.

He loves doodling. He still toggles between left and right hand.

Speechwise, he is still rather gibberish but a little more comprehensible than before. He imitates the firetruck in his book and goes "weeo weeo" , says "sss" when he sees a snake, says "mmmm" when he sees a cow, and he calls the nanny "yiiiyiii". Sometimes you catch him saying one or two things accurately but he almost never repeats.

However, not speaking is not a hinderance of any sort when it comes to getting his way. He will whine and pull my fingers when he needs me to do something. He'll even pull out the big guns (ie tears) when i don't allow him to do something bad like opening the diaper bin for example. Luckily attending PET has armed me with useful knowledge to diffuse some potentially catastrophic scenarios. But even then i've lost it a handful of times.

On the health front, not so good. Since winter came, the dryness of the air has caused multiple nose bleed episodes. Autumn winter is also diarrhea season and he wasn't spared. We went to the doc yesterday and he is still 10kg and 80 odd cm. He didn't grow last month again! I think the milk and food just evaporates from his body.

Where am i mama?

Can't see clearly in this picture but he just had the mother of all nose bleeds.

Anyway, he is running a temperature today so i am on night watch. sigh... hope he gets well before christmas.

Signing out...