Today, my sweetie boy, you are 20 months old.
I didn't realize it until I looked at the calendar, and it's the 19th again! The months just fly.
On a side bar: I had this linguistics professor who, when talking about the complexities of language, would say, "Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana."
And now I cannot ever think of time flying without bananas.
You're now more than half my height, and pretty soon I'm sure you'll be taller than me. But I'm old enough to drink. So I still win.You point and say, "What's that?" 700 times a day, and you learn new words all the time. The "what's that?" is new and still quite charming. We'll see how that goes.
This morning over breakfast you learned "cuff links" from our house guest. You also pointed out his buttons over and over and over. Fortunately, he seems to be a patient, good-natured fellow.
We took you to the Reef for happy hour the other night. They have balloons and flashing lights and it is all around good fun. There were a ton of kids there.You're very gregarious with us, with other adults, and with the kids you know, but you kind of hang back with kids you don't know. I wonder if you'll be more like me in that regard? It's hard to imagine you as shy, but nobody ever believes I am, either.The fish are still fascinating, although sometimes I'm more mesmerized than you. You can only hold still for so long, and then you want down! So you can run!
You now announce it. "Jordan running!"
And then you make a beeline for the kitchen. Or the entrance to the bar. And I have to sprint after you, grab you up, and tell you that we are Not Invited. Which I realize means nothing to you at this point.
Pretty soon I won't be big enough to swoop you up. I suppose at that point I'll have to tackle you at the knees. Which probably means you'll have to start wearing a helmet so you don't bang your head when you fall.
Which will be hot and sweaty and cumbersome in the summer. Plus then everyone will refer to you as the kid with the helmet.
Maybe you should just learn to listen to your mother. Hmm?
We all love you like crazy,
That child of yours -- what a beaut.ReplyDelete
The kid in the helmet title makes me think of that scene in Parenthood, with that adorable little boy who favored banging his head into things.
So sweet :) I love these little notes!ReplyDelete
Barfly is a priceless photo. Such a lovely post, Lisa. Happy 20 months Jordan - aka Jordan Running!ReplyDelete
freckledk - Ah, thanks! He is a sweetie. And I loved that movie, and I have heard the show is good, but haven't started watching yet.ReplyDelete
moosie - Thank you!
HK - Thanks. Hahaha - Jordan Running! I think I'm going to start calling him that.
And now I won't be able to think of time flying without thinking of bananas!ReplyDelete
Great pics. A very sweet and very clever boy you have there!
He's turning into quite the little man. It seems like just last week he was taking his first steps and now he's on covert escape missions!ReplyDelete
Jordan running. I love it. So much.ReplyDelete
Such a cutie! And fish are totally fascinating. There used to be a bar in Towson with fish and I'd go to watch bands play and I'd watch the fish more than the bands. Fish are just too cool.ReplyDelete
"Pretty soon I won't be big enough to swoop you up." I'll say! That's exactly what I was thinking when I saw that pic of you and J at the White House. I was thinking he must be at least half as tall as you already!ReplyDelete
Wow, you've been a mom for 20 months!