22 (and 21)

DSC_0395 DSC_0424 DSC_0313 DSC_0341 DSC_0420Rory,

This week you turned 22 months old.  I missed month 21, not quite sure why, but I can some up the past two months with one word- chatty.  You have so much to say, you learn new words hourly and can impress all of us in the house with your speech.  Your brothers taught you how to count while in the car a few weeks back.  You now love to count everything- books, bears, people.  It is very, very cute.  You call Bennett, Benny; Henry, Henny and yourself as Wory.  Flanders is Banders and Legos are Degos.  Today you asked me “What you doing?”

You call your brothers “the boys.”  You want to know where “the boys” are, you hear “the boys” outside, and you love to shout at “the boys.”

Rory, you do not stop moving, do not stop talking, do not stop to listen or stop to eat.  I have never been so exhausted in all my life.  You keep me on my toes all day long.  From six AM to eight PM.  You have learned how to turn deadbolts and if I turn my back for a second you are on the porch or out the garage door.  If someone leaves the gate open you are upstairs.  If someone leaves the other gate open you are offering your help to the workers.  If we are upstairs you are in “the boys'” room playing “Degos” or readjusting volumes on alarm clocks.  You want to be outside all the time (see above- escape artist extraordinaire).  You still enjoy putting your tea bags into bread pans are still (STILL!) try to take out the spices from the drawer.  You know the blender is for smoothies, Grandma has yogurt in the morning and will give some to you if you ask for a bowl and Bapa will share his breakfast with you (yes, every single morning).  You know when I am trying to help “the boys” with their school work that it is time for you to not play on your own, push stuff off the table or to slip on a “Dego” and bonk your head.  If I am reading to your brothers on the couch you must also find a book and attempt to throw it at me or try to catapult yourself over the couch or off the ottoman towards me.  Never a dull moment for sure.

You can eat more popcorn than is expected with the amount of teeth you have.  You started using the words “yummy” and “good” when talking about food.  You love yogurt, but we have discovered that dairy does not love you.  Your favorite foods still include avocadoes and bananas.  You gobble more food than your brothers and with all the extra meals you sweet your way into- well,  it is no surprise you have so much energy.

Your brothers are so sweet to you and I love how every morning you are so excited to see them.  “Hey Henny!”  “Hey Benny!”  You test them with your destroying of their Lego creations, but they always want to read with your or play with you.

You love to build trucks and drive trucks.  You love to dump out blocks into a pile and then leave them.  You will throw anything you can get your hands on- balls, forks, spoons, etc.  You also pull hair, hit and smack- yet, we think you are just the cutest and funniest toddler around.  I am constantly amazed at how fast and how much you are soaking up and learning- how much you remember, how much you observe.  I didn’t realize how much we say “Hey!” until you started saying it.  You count, sing your ABCs, Twinkle Twinkle (or winkle winkle) and Five Little Monkeys.  You are amazing and we are so lucky to be able to spend our days with you.

To be fair, you have tested us further than any toddler before you, but, you have also allowed us to experience more joy and awe than we thought we could, you fit into our family so perfectly.  You make me smile every single day, every single hour.  How you can make me want to pull out my hair one second and have me laughing the next?  You are impressive my dear, so impressive.  We love you so much Rory, we are so lucky to have you in our lives.  I can’t believe that you are closing in on turning 2, what a whirlwind these past two years have been.  Happy 22 months Rory!  We love you.


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