Tuesday, September 26, 2006

24


My son turned 2 yesterday. Two! A nice round number. I don't have to say he's 24 months. We're done with the months. I hated the month math. A woman once said to me her son was 28 months old - cut the cord lady.

My son is 24 months old, he has 8 teeth on the top, 8 teeth on the bottom. He is 33 inches tall, he ways 27 pounds. He loves animals, pictures of animals, sounding like animals, videos of animals. Our neighbors have a big coffee table picture book of animals of the African Safari. He loves that book, every visit, he looks at it at least 4 or five times.

He loves to sing, he'll sit in his stroller and just sing up and down the street. His favorite jams are "Old MacDonald" or "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" or he just sing his "ABC's" over and over again.

He's very talkative, lot's of his sentences begin "I want." We understand about half of what he says, the other half is incoherent. He doesn't seem to mind when we don't understand what he's saying, he just keeps moving on.

He likes broccoli and chicken macaroni and cheese and oatmeal with blueberries and anything cold. slushies, ice pops, ice cream or just a good old fashioned ice cube.

He plays better with girls than boys. He's not good at sharing yet, so having to share a toy usually results in a meltdown. His meltdowns consist of very dramatic flinging himself backwards onto the ground. Sometimes he bangs his head, and it hurts. So every once and a while, mid-tantrum, he'll fling his body half way down and ease the top half of his body so that he doesn't hit head. It's a very cute, calculated tantrum.

He is ridiculously delightful and endlessly exhausting.

Next on to the halves. How old is he? 2 and a half, 4 and a half, much easier.

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