You are 22 months old.
You love picking out Daddy’s coffee mug every morning.
You beg for your vitamin…. all day long.
You do not enjoy having your hair washed, despite the purchase of a device that keeps your eyes and ears free of water and which you were happy about (for one bath).
You attended your first holiday party and were respectful of the hostess’ belongings while enjoying the raisins from the snack mix.
You enjoy applying lotion. Well, if you can call slapping yourself applying…
You played with a parts organizer for half an hour the morning Mama ordered your Christmas gifts.
You went straight to one of your gifts at Gymboree a few days ago and had to be wheedled away from it when our class was beginning.
You use a potholder correctly when you play-cook along with Mama.
You love to climb up on the rocker in your room, and insist on sitting next to whoever is reading to you (NOT on their lap).
You are beginning to say “milk” instead of “meeps”
You say “kabaga” instead of kaboom, usually when you’re flinging yourself on the floor during the hour before bedtime commonly referred to as Tasmanian Devil Time.
You have a renewed interest in your boy baby doll. In particular, you like to take all his clothes off and then have Mama put them back on so you can take them off again.
You are very keen on the 8-minute cartoons we let you watch when we brush your teeth. (Silly Symphonies, early Disney work, very cute and funny stuff.) Your current favorites are the Three Little Pigs and the Cookie Carnival.
You like the Christmas tree, occasionally inquire if it needs a drink, and insist on having it plugged in when you’re around. You’ve taken a few ornaments (“oms”) off but otherwise leave it alone because you know it’s pokey. You also enjoy saying hi to certain ornaments, and shaking Mama’s hand after greeting each one. You were not interested in decorating it, though you did enjoy instructing Mama and Daddy to put things up high.
You are 22 months old, and we can see the two-year-old in you.
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