Robby will turn 23 months in a couple days, so I thought I should finally publish 22 months, with or without a lot of words. I'm sorry. I think a headless chicken is more together than me at the moment.
Trying to recall what he was like 3 weeks ago is a little challenging! I had just returned home, and he was using a lot more simple sentences.
He was running and climbing more.
He was getting his last 2 year molars in.
He was sick a lot, and had another couple ear infections.
He finally was going to dad for more things. (Not surprising as I had abandoned him.)
He was in love with trucks. Ok, that was nothing new.
He's testing the waters a LOT more.
He attempted to climb out of his crib for the first time.
He understands emotions. He often talks about "Mommy...bye-bye...train...work...sad."
He MUST choose his clothes, his food, the air we breathe...
He can go up ladders and down slides on his own.
He thinks the word "scoosh" is the funniest thing ever.
He's still inconsistent with the potty, and must sing "Dean" (Happy birthday), read a book, and have me sitting on the floor next to him while going.
He is downright adorable, and I love him and miss spending a lot of time with him.