20 Months

Last week our son turned 20 months old. Thinking about having an almost 2 year old is sort of nuts. Some days I still feel like we just brought Lennon home from the hospital. He definitely is a little person now with his own personality, interests and agenda. Lately he’s been repeating almost everything we say and will say two or three words in a row. His favorite two word sentence right now is “one more!” In reference to reading one more book before bed. He doesn’t quite get that “one more” literally means we’ll only read one more book because he inevitably asks for another. He has words that he learns to say and wants to keep repeating them. Apricot, Octagon (the one shape that he knows) and apple to name a few. He’s going through a mommy phase right now where he wants only me to read his books to him and pushes Dave away if he sits too close, ha ha. It’s cute and I’m sure it will turn around and be daddy-fest before we know it.

 

A few Lennon-isms to note from this month:

I took him down to get his photos taken by my friend Christy Bode…of Christy Bode Photography. I knew it would be tough to get some good photos of the stinker in a studio, but I didn’t realize how tough. He would not sit still, kept saying “all-done” & waving good-bye to Christy and he was terrified of her camera. After 45 minutes of shenanigans we gave him my cell phone and played Miley Cyrus “party in the USA” and that’s the one thing that got him to smile. I’ll be lucky if we got two good photos. F.

Dinner time a challenge lately. Lennon has been a picky eater and some nights he’ll just sit at the table, whine about his food and eat only a couple morsels. On those nights he always requests crackers before bed.

Lennon is friendly and blows kisses at inanimate objects. There is a porcelain dog at our dry cleaners (kind of weird) that he walked over to, patted on the head and blew a kiss at. The college-aged man at the counter said, “that is really adorable.”

A real dog licked Lennon in the face and he broke out in a rash. I guess we can add puppy saliva to our list of sensitivities.

We’re boycotting restaurants until Lennon is 8. How do French kids act like adults at the dinner table? I read the book and I don’t buy it.

It snowed for the first time this week (November 10^th…ugh) and Lennon was kind of fascinated. He reached onto the hood of Dave’s car, poked at it and got a suspicious look on his face. We already took the sled out for its inaugural ride. I think it’s going to be a long winter.

Lennon has a friend at daycare named Lauren. The two of them are buddies and they play together often. Last week a new girl named Thea joined the class and his teachers told us he totally ditched Lauren for Thea.

Lennon’s favorite color is purple. He’ll point at any color and his first response is always “puwple”.

We’re really enjoying these days with a 20 month old. It’s pretty amazing how your kids capture your heart. No matter how many struggles you had throughout the day when you put them to bed at night it’s all worth it. Probably because they’re not awake anymore and you can finally relax, ha. Kidding.

 

Happy 20 months little buddy!

xoxo

Mom

Candy Highs and Lows

I have to admit, I didn’t have high hopes for Halloween this year. I figured we’d struggle to get Lennon bundled in his costume, he’d be shy and we’d call it a night after visiting a couple neighbors. The little bugger surprised us though. He ended up being a Halloween pro that acted like he’d been doing it for years. We must have hit up 20 houses and he could have kept going. He walked up to all of them on his own, uttered a version of “trick-or-treat” and even blew kisses instead of saying thank-you…winning over the hearts of grandma’s on every block.

 

 

 

At one point his candy bucket was so heavy that it dragged on the ground, but he wanted to carry it on his own. Very possessive of his candy this one was. 

Our friends live on a block in St. Paul that goes crazy over Halloween. The street gets blocked off and all of the houses have parties and decorate their homes to the max. I thought Lennon would be scared…heck, I was kind of scared of one of the guys handing out candy…but he wanted to keep trick-or-treating so we took him around that block as well.

This is a good age for tricking your kids. For all Lennon knew, the neighbors were giving him colorful, crinkly bags of nothing. He can’t have 99% percent of the candy due to his nut allergy so we filtered everything out when we got home and he was none the wiser.

The night ended like every Halloween night should; with an overstimulated child having a bathtub meltdown.

 

 

I hope you all enjoyed your Halloween celebrations as much as we did this year!

xoxo

Erin