This brown eyed boy of mine has been such a joy lately. That’s not to say he’s not a joy every day, but he’s been minding and making good choices (ie, not throwing a fit when I ask him do to something or tell him that he can’t take a toy to daycare).
He’s enjoying his summer by swimming, throwing rocks in the pond when he goes on golf cart rides with Mema in the pasture, running around outside anytime he can sneak out. He loves all things firetrucks (wee-woo’s), monster trucks, dogs, heavy equipment, and ice cream!
At 2.5 years old, he’s wearing a size 3t shirt and 18 mths or 2T shorts. He’s just bumped up to a size 8 shoe and wearing a size 5 diaper.
A few funnies from this last month…
- Not funny, but it happened. He was TERRIFIED of the fireworks. I mean TERRIFIED.
- While laying in bed, I said “I love you Jackson” and he replied “I lush you” and I said “you do? How much?” he replied “A bunch”. Melted my heart.
- Another night in bed, I was kissing him right by his mouth and he just grinned great big. He then began flicking his little tongue out like a lizard and his smile got even bigger. He was totally happy and content, lying in bed next to me. And I just love it!
- Last night, while we were at his grandparent’s house. His papa got him an ice cream cone and he kept hollering “ice Ceeeaaannnn”
- He’s started calling things by their name…ie, Thomas the train used to be simply “choo-choo”, now he says Thomas Choo-Choo. Blaze, the Monster Truck, used to be “trucks” and now its Blazes. And he wants to watch Blazes All. Day. Long. Every. Day. J
- He was pushing his dump truck all over the house, he said “Ready momma”, and then took off!
Just last week, he finally quit crying when I take him to daycare each morning, which is a TOTAL and complete relief. Crying baby is hard on this momma’s heart.
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