Here's what I'm up to at 20 months.
Loving: baseball. My daddy and I love to shout "baseball!" to get pumped for Royals games. Something about that game makes me want to stop what I'm doing and watch. I don't know why, but sometimes the game stops and the TV starts showing something completely different (mommy says it's a "commercial") and I get pretty mad. I say "Oh no, baseball!" to try to bring back my game. Eventually that works and it comes back on! I love it.
Wearing: sunglasses and polos. My mom may be the style blogger of the family, but I happen to rock polo shirts and sunglasses like nobody's business. I'm also feeling nautical prints, stripes, and my navy blue Toms this spring.
Practicing: my manners. I know that if I'm going to woo the ladies in a few years I have to be on point in the manners game, so I'm getting a head start now. I've realized that my parents are way more likely to give me something (like ice cream!) if I say please first. I've had "thank you" mastered for quite some time now, but when I combine the two...I'm irresistable. I also say "bless you dada" or "bless you mama" when my parents sneeze, and they really eat that up.
Helping with: the chores. I'm a really good helper, that's what my mommy always tells me. I love to help her cook, sometimes I even get to stir in the pan or add ingredients to the bowl! I also love putting laundry in the basket (and taking it out again). I really like to try to put on clothes and shoes myself, but mommy insists on helping me for some reason...something about pants not going on your head, whatever.
Showing off: my talking skills. In my 20 months of experience, I've learned that there are certain things I say that my mom and dad really love to hear, and they really love making me say those things for other people too. When I'm in the mood, I'll perform. I can count to 14 and say my ABCs, but I have to be in the mood to say them on-demand. I also get extra hugs from my mommy when I say, "I love you, mama."
Asking: why. I'm trying to find out #ALLTHETHINGS. It's pretty funny to try to hear mommy try to come up with an answer for everything. I can't wait to ask her things like "Where do babies come from?"
Well, I've got to go. I see a cell phone on the table and I need to go hand it to my daddy. Helper, remember?