22 months. Counting. Talking in 3 word sentences. Repeats everything we say. Into everything. VIGOROUS. Hugging and kissing everything. Dances and especially loves reggae. Bossy in the most endearing of ways. Still sleeping from 6pm – 7am and napping midday (we are lucky). Still loves his books. Still quite social – says hello to all and stares at the older kids, studying their every move. Definitely getting the developmental defiance that I hear will be coming in full force pretty soon but pretty laid back overall and easily redirectable. It’s a rare day when he’s feisty (so far).
I just love him.
I love being his mama.
I love having no idea what to do but making choices that feel fun and balanced.
I love making green smoothies for him that he loves.
I love reading to him at night and his rubbing my nose with his and giggling and then falling asleep.
I love his random but very enthusiastic hugs to my legs that come throughout the day.
I love how he loves to watch videos of himself doing anything on the iPhone.
I love how eager he is to learn.
I love that he still loves to be carried in the ergo.
I love how hilarious he thinks we are.
I love how boyish he is with his fascination with diggers and garbage trucks and construction sites.