22 Months


Whoa kid, you’re growing up way too fast! I went away for WGI again this year and when I got home, you looked so much like a bigger, little boy! You’re tall with just a hint of baby fat, you run really fast from the living room to the kitchen and you spin in circles until you fall down laughing.

Daddy had to lower your bed to the last possible setting because you really want to climb out. We’re not ready for that yet. So in you stay and we can sleep for another 20 minutes.

Throwing, hitting and screaming are a daily treat for us! We love it when you toss a car in our direction and throw a spoon at Scully and we especially love it when you slap our faces.


(Mad about something.)

Actually, we hate it, but we try really hard to be patient with you and your outbursts. You see us as both bad and good guys. Phew, because I didn’t want to be seen as a mean mom!

You love to help me with chores. You like to stir whatever I’m cooking. You know where the garbage and recycling go. You know how to throw dirty clothes down the laundry chute. And you help me put clothes in the washer and dryer. I give you a high five when done and you immediately want a fist-bump too. Then you run to find Dad for a fist-bump.


Giving Lammie a kiss.


Your two babies, Lammie and Doggie.

You’re getting a little more social. When someone says “Hi” you might say it back. When the boys are in the cul-de-sac playing, you’ll yell at them, “HEY!” When Dad has to yell for Scully to come back, you chime in yelling for her too. But you’re still shy in certain situations.

Here’s to 22 months, Jules.

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