He's almost two and a half years old.
He loves crackers, grapes ("gapes"), bananas, apples, cookies ("kikis"), and most of all, cheese. All food is referred to as "nummies."
He plays with cars and trucks and trains all day long.
He loves hiding in corners and behind furniture. Every time I say it's time to change his diaper, he says "No-ooo" and runs to hide behind the rocking chair in the nursery.
He calls me if I leave the room. He shouts at me from down the hall. He yells if I don't turn around to look at him in the car. "Mama. Mama? Maaaaaama!" It took him a long time to say my name and every time, it makes me smile.
He is still a binky boy. He calls it his "me." We had the habit broken except for nap and bedtime before his burn incident, but it's crept back in now. We're starting to attempt to break it again.
He's obsessed with belly buttons. Especially mine. We've had to institute a new rule that he can't poke mommy's "buttn" because he will literally dig his finger in until it feels like he's touching my spine.
He says "out," "down," and "done!" more than most other words. They're the universal description for anything he is finished with for the moment.
He's learned a few compound words in the last week or so. Example: "tow truck" (but he pronounces "tow" the same as "cow"). My very, very favorite word right now? "Wiretruck." Firetruck. Love.
He's awfully affectionate, yet sometimes not. When I ask him to kiss the baby, he leans his forehead against hers and says "boom."
He will drop anything for "dee" - his word for nursing.
He's maybe starting to comprehend counting. Sometimes while he is playing, I'll hear him going "thwee! twoooo!" followed by gibberish that is still sequential. It's always in that order, and never with any other numbers. We'll keep practicing!
He says "uh-oh, broke!" whenever a toy falls apart, or something turns up missing. It's immediately followed by "'ix!" Most of the time, his tragedies can be fixed.
He asks to "watch" shows like Chip and Dale, "Thom-miss," and Mickey Mouse. He's stopped saying Bickey already.
He sometimes asks for "hep," but usually prefers to do things on his own.
He doesn't say it often, but he calls himself "Inky." Cutest thing ever? I think yes.
I can't believe how big he is. He's starting to astound me with the things he does and says. He is amazing and frustrating and silly and loving and wild and so very, very wonderful. I am so blessed to be the one he calls mama. And I hope I never forget these little things that make me smile.