You are 23 months old.
You received a wooden train set for Christmas. Your favorite thing to do with it is flip up the arms on the crossing gate.
You also enjoy fitting together two or three random pieces of track and dumping all the pieces out of the huge basket where they live.
You know when Mama skips a page of your favorite book, and you do not hesitate to tell her so.
You have learned to ask, “May I?” while grabbing things off the countertops. Sometimes you add a “please.”
You started saying the Telugu words for “what” and “hang on” during a recent Skype call with your Indian grandmother.
You have known for a while that sheet music is to songs as books are to reading. But now you try to pick out the songs after Mama finishes playing.
You adore packing and unpacking things: the matchbox car carrier, groceries, the dishwasher, a case of MP3 player stuff.
You talk around things that are in your mouth: straws, toothbrushes, your thumb, your bottle. And so now we ask you to take things out of your mouth and repeat yourself so we can understand you.
You have counted to four once, and to two once, both times while picking things up. You also count along when Mama counts the stairs as we go up or down.
You do not like Mama to carry you up or down the stairs, and will yell “walk!” in protest, but you often hold your arms up for Daddy to carry you.
You are roughly 34 inches tall and somewhere between 25 and 26 pounds.
You cried as soon as you saw the nurse at the doctor’s office, refusing to get on the scale and weeping your way through an armpit temperature reading. As far as we can figure out, she give you a shot a long time ago.
You know there’s a camera in your room, because daddy told you.
You are still an angel on the changing table, though you have begun to twist from side to side as you try to see things on the floor.
You have a five-syllable word: peekakabaga, your mashup of peekaboo and kabaga, which is your word for kaboom. You also have many new words, chief among them: booger, medicine, snot, kaboom, game, really, bless you, peanut butter, wallet, careful, broken, fixed, better and booty. You have also begun to string two and three words together: Hi bug, open Sesame, goodbye daddy, may I please.
You have seen three snowfalls this winter but have yet to play in the snow because every time, you’ve been sick, or Mama’s been sick, or the temperatures have been deadly.
You respected the Christmas tree while it was up, helped put the ornaments away, and asked after it when it disappeared from the living room.
You were shown “A Charlie Brown Christmas,” and wandered out of the room after 5 minutes.
You repeat words in conversations that take place while you are concentrating on something, the most stunning example being at a kiddie art class where you were talking to Grammie and Mama and stopped to repeat a color uttered by a kid across the room.
You’re very, very good at repeating a word after hearing it for the first time.
You are beginning to attempt to sing and for a while you said “la-la” if Mama asked you to sing a song. This week, you began to actually vocalize, sweet little lines of “ahhhhh.”
You said “sorry” to a boy you bumped with a piece of gym equipment — your first spontaneous apology.
You are 23 months old, and sometimes you still fold up your legs and feet exactly like you did when you were a newborn.
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