Eighteen Months

Dear Skelly- You are EIGHTEEN MONTHS! How did that happen!? You are the sweetest boy and so full of joy and energy. Toddler hood suits you and you learn new things everyday. You still love the Wiggles and are now really into the Imagination Movers. You are not very interested in cartoons or watching anything else, so Momma and Dada know pretty much every episode ever created....by heart. You love to be outside. In any kind of weather. It could be freezing cold and raining and you would be in absolute heaven as you dug up Momma's pots that are ready to be planted, collected acorns to transport in your trucks or pushed and pulled on every piece of equipment in the shed. You run outside at the first opportunity and point to the shed and say, "this". Dada pulls out the rototiller and lawnmower for you to push. When I pick you up from school, your run to me and give me a hug, then promptly point me to the sandbox where the big kids are playing so that I can use my parent influence to get you a spot. We never leave school early anymore. You love to eat and your favorite foods include oranges, en tat (chinese egg pies) raviolis and kielbasa. You have lots of words and signs now. You can say Momma, Dada, Muse, ball, this, that, no, yes, dog, more, eat, drink, milk, banana, juice, water, bird, and probably lots more that we just don't get quite yet. One of your favorite things to do is to be domestic. You are going to make a great husband one day if you keep this up. You help empty the dishwasher, move the laundry, and cook. Your little kitchen gets lots of use as you stir and mix your concoctions and bring them to us to taste. Muse is loving the fact that you throw dried pasta all over the house. You are also a loud and wild toddler. You love to scream and apparently have gotten into trouble with your friends at school for randomly yelling loudly. You stole a piece of your teachers cake the other day and were caught with frosting covering your face, and no guilt at all. You throw temper tantrums over random things. Just the other day we had to run through Target since you thought dumping a glass of juice on yourself in the car would be a great idea, but buying a new outfit was not. You do not want us to do anything without your help and participation, that includes using the bathroom. You are so much fun and amaze us everyday. We love you, meatball. Love, Momma