This has been my favorite month so far. 20 months has been an explosion of imagination, language, and cuddling. Awesome, Awesome, and Awesome. And we’re just in the middle of it!
Shhh, don’t tell anyone but I’m not really a “baby person.” I don’t naturally reach for babies and my heart doesn’t melt when I see them. I mean, they’re just babies. Don’t worry, Mateo was an exception. Your own baby seems to be an exception to well, EVERYTHING. So yeah, don’t worry, he’s been loved and blah blah from day 1. The kid has always been adorable, but THIS — this toddler stuff…this is what I’m talking about! I know, I know…I’m sure I’ll be eating my words. Toddlers are “terrible.” Terrible Twos, Terrible Threes I’ve heard. Just let me have my moment.
We’re going to try to keep up the monthly Teo review. I got started last month with his 19 month post and it really made me wish I’d done this all along.
HERE’S WHAT’S UP @ 20 months (that’s a year & 1/2 + 2 months in normal time):
You have real friends. Aravis and Everett think you’re hilarious (you’re definitely the clown in the group). You jump up and down when you see them pull up to the house. You’re definitely crazy town with them, but you’ll listen to anything Aravis has to say. You adore that girl.
Your bud Lawrence and you are like brothers. You get each other into laughing fits but also like to push each other’s button (oh boys). You’re both “drama kings.” Always yelling “Oooohh NOOOOOO!” Lawrence asks where you are when he gets to his Nature Class every week. As soon as you’re old enough we’ll get you enrolled. I love that you guys do so many things together. He call you “Tio” and you call him “Warnss.”
We’ve known since you were tiiiiiny that you’d be a little talker. It’s just your personality. I don’t think there’s much a parent does to affect when a baby’s milestones get ticked. A lot of it seems to be about personality. Some kids just need to “EXPRESS themselves” (maybe ones whose mothers’ blog? ha). This month has been an EXPLOSION of words. Crazy boy, you say over 100 words and have started to use two and sometimes three word sentences. You still need an interpreter though. ;) I got your back.
You’ve started to say “knock, knock” or “knock, knock door” before opening a door. Not actually knocking, just saying “knock, knock.” :)
OH MAN, this month has been all about COZY, COZY. You love getting into bed and pulling all the covers up to your chin. We call it “cozy, cozy.” Cozy, cozy is better with others. You always invite us and “Monkey” too of course. “Mama, cozy, cozy?” (runs to room). “Tata, cozy, cozy?” (runs to room). “Auntie cozy, cozy?” (runs to room). We’ve managed to share “COZY, COZY” with Auntie, Angela, uncle Christian, Noni, Papa, Aravis and Catherine as well this month. You’re all invited, haha. It’s been a good month for “COZY, COZY.”
You’re reeeaaaallly into mopping. Tata sawed off the handle of a real mop so you could have your own. You’re obsessed. And you’ve named it “Tatu”?? Where do you come up with these things? (that’s Tatu below leaning against your lil’ fridge).
You’re also really, really into your play kitchen. I love your little imagination. You like to cook pasta, wash your dishes, have tea, and fry eggs. Your sound effects while doing the aforementioned are
Still obsessed (correct word for sure) with trains, airplanes and trucks. Your mind is blown every block or so when we take a walk.
The last few days you’ve been zooming around the house with your “wings” out making airplane sounds. Cuteness for sure. :)
You love to run. We’ve dubbed it the “chubby run.” :) Yep, still plenty of chubs on you at 20 months. ;)
The weather has been pretty erratic around here, but the few warm days we’ve had have been heaven for you. The boy who hates coats and loves water.
We’re off to Croatia soon and it’s the perfect timing. You’re starting to repeat what we say and I think you’re just going to absorb all of the Croatian language all around you over the next couple months. Your little (HUGE) personality is really coming out. I’m pretty sure you’re going to charm the pants off the country, ha.