Before I had a baby, I always wondered why people counted kiddie age in months. It kinda got on my nerves to be honest. But now, NOW, I totally understand why. It is because each and every month you change so much, baby James; there is indeed a distinct difference from one to the next.
At 21 months, my love, you are a chatterbox. I don't understand much of what you're saying just yet, but that doesn't stop you from talking. The words you say that I do understand are slowly growing in numbers, and you're definitely learning how to use those words as your primary way of communication. When you want something, instead of crying or whining, you're starting to realize that a simple "mama" or "dada" gets our attention a lot faster. And you have maybe once or twice this past week strung two simple words together. Your comprehension of what we say to you floors me and I realize that I really have to watch what I say around you, how I react to things. When you hear laughter, you are quick to join in; you so want to be in on the jokes. And sometimes you are, especially if it involves farting. Oh how you love a good fart joke!
You play endlessly with your Legos, building giant towers and cars. You meticulously pave the large green Lego board with multicolored patios in the back of houses that your dad and I build for you. If there's a window in the houses, you immediately put the Lego dog or one of the firemen inside. And then you clap. Cause it's that cool. When you tire of Legos, we whip out the PlayDoh and have a party with that. We make all sorts of animals and then you feed them and put them to bed. We roll out sheets and cut shapes out, most of which you can identify. We squeeze it through presses and make piles of snakes. Sometimes we just mash it through our fingers and enjoy the squishy texture and the distinctive PlayDoh-y smell.
You have mastered (for the time being) going on the potty while we're at home, although you still haven't quite got the concept of pulling down your pants. We'll work on that together this month, I'm sure you'll get it soon enough.
You've also made friends with a few children from our street. And when you're with them I get to see a whole new side of you. You're friendly, but cautious at first. Your signature move for making friends seems to be to get as close as you can, reach out with your tiny hand and touch their face, then step back a bit and flash a Colgate smile. Then you turn and run, maybe grabbing a stick or a ball. Something to entice them. If there's a group of kids playing, you like to take a minute to observe before joining in. Sometimes you linger to the side and assume a crouched position for better perspective. Then when you've got the situation figured out to your liking you grab a rock and toss it, maybe accompanied by a high pitched shriek. I'm not sure where you learned these social skills but they seem to work for you. These kids totally get you.
I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone, and that's pretty crazy cause I love on people pretty hard to begin with. I'm so proud of you.