The little boy I've spoiled and carried and rocked for nearly two years instantly looked like... a kid. A big kid.
with his bff Lil O |
As for other updates, he's pretty into being outside. As in, he LOVES being outside and cries hysterically when it's time to come back in. We've ventured to the park a little since his brother's birth, but like any outing, getting two kids anywhere right now takes me like five times as long as it used to, and the cold is a definite deterrent.
His speech has continued taking off this month. When he sees a phone or computer he begins repeating "elmo" as though electronics exist solely to bring him Sesame Street celebrity video clips. And yes, ok, I've been letting him watch a little more than I'd like to admit. Just surviving here.
He also has mastered bubbles, mess, blocks, ca-ca (jacket? or coat? or some combo?), doggies and mas (more please?), please and thank you (not just thanks anymore). Plus a bunch of others I can't remember. The bigger excitement is how he's putting them into sentences. Like "thank you mama" or "there he is" or "love you dada" or the most frequent "made a mess" (by which he usually means - look mom, I poured out my milk by shaking it violently until it leaked and now I want to play with wipes to clean it up).
All in all I'm enjoying this phase he's in. The more dramatic temper tantrums seem pretty age-appropriate and typical for no-longer-only-child adjustment. So we're taking it a day at a time and figuring out what two under two looks like for the next three months. Oh, and thanking heaven that he still naps for 2-2.5 hours daily.
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