21 Months

I know I say this all the time, but where is the time going? I can't believe you are 21 months old. I should say you are 1 and a half but I think saying you are 21 months is making me feel a little bit better.  As challenging as this mom thing is, I love seeing you learn new things and I adore hearing your sweet little voice.

You have been telling me everything you are doing. "Mama! Mom! I walking." "I runnin!" "I poopin." "I sittin." You are so dang cute, I can't even stand it. You love "swimming" in the tub and you REALLY loved it when we went to the pool a few weeks ago. When I was putting you to bed that night, you said, "I swim. I fast. It fun!"

You were confused why you could not go into the pool during "adult swim." Those were probably the longest 10 minutes of your life. You kept putting your foot in, looking around to see if it was ok. 

After you were in the pool, Daddy held you in the shower. You were unsure of the shower, but you did ok. You got so comfortable with it that you stood under the water and repeatedly peed, as you said "I peeing." I took pictures of that too, but I won't post them here :)

 After the pool we stopped at the store where the clerk gave you your first 'Blow Pop' which you referred to as Pop Art. You were in heaven. When I went to throw it away, you hugged it and said, "My pop art."

You are so much like your Daddy, especially when it comes to being outside. You always want to be outside and you throw a fit when it is time to go in. I had to put sunscreen on you this particular day. You were confused by this so I kept telling you it was lotion. You did really well, so I hope that you are ok with this throughout the summer. 

As I have mentioned before, you are extremely attached to me. As much as I love snuggling with you and how much you want to be around me, you need some outside entertainment. I decided to sign you up for a class called "Crocodile Rock" through our town. It is once a week for 4 weeks and so far we have gone twice.  You sort of do your own thing but for the most part, you listen to the teacher when it is time to get a toy/put a toy back. You are very excited to shake things like you are doing in this picture. 

Before we go, I talk about how we are going to class with some friends. As soon as we pull up to the building you yell "friends!" During today's class, a little girl accidentally hit you in the head with an instrument. You cried and screamed, then refused to do anything else for the rest of class. I take that back. You did sit in the parachute as all the parents spun the kids in a circle. You didn't know if you should laugh or cry but thankfully you made it through. At the end of class all the kids were invited under the parachute and they were having the best time, laughing, smiling and squealing. You wanted nothing to do with the parachute. At the end of class your teacher puts a stamp on each hand. You are fascinated with them!

You bring so much laughter and joy into our lives and I love you so much. I find myself worrying more and more about being a good parent to you. I want you to grow up (well not really grow up) to be a kind, caring and loving boy. I want you to be a good person that people like to be around. I want you to be a good friend and a good brother. I want you to be happy and to love life. I just hope I am doing the right things with you/for you. I often feel like I am failing as your mom. There are so many "shoulds" that come with life. For example, you "should" only be using sippy cups. I still give you the bottle. It comforts you, and I adore snuggling with you as you hold your bottle. You "should not" be watching any TV until you are 2. I let you watch the baby channel and you love it. I worry I am doing you harm but as long as you are happy and healthy, I think we will be ok.

You have been getting up every night crying, so I am headed off to bed. I hope you sleep all night. I love you little man.