20 months is…interesting. It’s full of lots of “T” words, like:
(Almost once an hour, you melt down about something — but so far, you’re also easily cheered.)
(Stacking, sorting and yeah, throwing, are among your favorite activities.)
(Your vocabulary is expanding by the day, and while you’re definitely trying to put together sentences, I’m not quite able to translate. There is still lots of babble, but you’re so animated that it’s a joy to watch.)
At 20 months, you’re still interested in breastfeeding, although you’re nursing for shorter amounts of time and actually waving me off every once in a while. I think weaning and potty training may start soon, since you seem ready for both (and goodness knows Mama is ready for a break as well, although I’m so glad we’ve made it this far).
Your hair is crazy long, crazy curly and so much fun to play with. You’re not yet patient enough to let me braid your hair, but ponytails, clips and headbands are part of your routine. In fact, you love to pick out your own ‘do (I run through the options until you squeal with delight).
20 months is also when you learned how to swim — or at least, how to do some basic self-rescue skills like floating and flipping from front to back.
And while you’re still fairly stingy with hugs and kisses, you’re starting to become quite a negotiator, and have learned to offer them when you’re in trouble (timeouts) or when you’re hungry (always). I know I’m a sucker, but my heart just bursts when you pucker up.
I love you so, so much, Bug.