OH MY GOD...TWENTY MONTHS OLD...he's officially in his twenties now. wow. that's only four months from being TWO OH MY GOD YEARS OLD. i knew this day would come and i was bracing myself for it, but it's too soon...TOO SOON!!!! (in my head, i'm saying this as i'm on the floor, grasping at my hair, and rocking back and forth...that's how this makes me feel). he's growing up so fast, everytime i see him doing something that a big boy does it makes my eyes sting with tears and i get so welled up with emotion i can barely breathe.
i just brought home a little standy uppy potty for boys just a few days ago and every day i take ozzy to it if he says he wants to try, and he'll stand there, and i can feel his tummy muscles flexing as he tries to go (so far nothing, but that's expected) and i find myself pressing my lips tight together because i'm fighting to the urge to laugh out loud and cry at the same time. laugh because his big boy efforts are so cute and sweet; and cry because he's trying to be a big boy and i'm really not ready for him to be yet, but i know i can't stop him.
i'm slowly packing away his 12-18 month old clothes and looking at his much bigger 18-24 month old stuff, i can't believe he can actually fit any of the new stuff...they just look so big! and i gotta ask myself, is he really this grown? when did he get so big when every time i look at him i can only see how tiny he is? his tiny chubby legs, his tiny round bottom, his tiny full belly, his tiny fingers too chubby on the bottom making them splay out. his tiny toes. he still asks me to hold him when he drinks his milk (albeit from a sippy cup, not a bottle).
ozzy's speaking in two word phrases a little less than half of the time now. (mom, see?; shoes on!; yay eat!; no swiping! oh man!; see haytoter! (helicopter); down stairs!; have it?; me turn!; 'kay mom; bad luck!; wash hands; change channel; change diaper; all aboard!; happy to you!; gotta go!; oh so pretty!; uh oh mess!;brush teeth (bwush teef! he says); open door; help pweeeeeeze!; ow-know! (i dont know); wike it (which means he doesnt like it); hold me; onjen juice (orange juice); chockit nalk (chocolate milk); baff tub! (bath tub); OH GOD (sharp intake of breath) BROKEN!; pwatiss piano (this he tells mimi to practice piano); here, mom; etc)
he can identify his numbers 0-10 and count them in order.
he can identify all but one (letter K, which he calls L, in addition to calling the L an L) of the letters of the alphabet (both lower case and upper case), but saying them in order is still patchy.
he can identify basic shapes (circle, oval, octagon, diamond, star, rectangle, triangle, square)
he can identify basic colors (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, white)
he is generally able to articulate most sounds in his speech, but still has difficulty with "L" (usually not mastered until the age of 3 years or later, so i expect this one to be hard for a long time. mimi didnt master it until two and half), so an airplane is an hairpane, and look is said "wook". he can make the "K" sound when saying "car" but it is not present when he says "cat" (tat) or "candy" (tandy). he still calls milk "nalk" but i'll sometimes hear him practicing the correct way even tho he still misses the mark ("mmmmmmmuhhhhhhh....nalk"). the 'sn' words he leaves off the "s". he says "shemmen" when he says "seven." and he calls Blues Clues "coos coos" even tho he can say "blues" when he says it by itself. still calls the vacuum "dappum".
he loves to tell knock knock jokes with no punch lines. he's content to just say "knock knock!" and have someone say, "who's there?" and then he looks around him for some inspiration, and says whatever he spies, like "shoes" or "marker", etc. and then i say, "shoes who?" and then he just peters out and then starts all over again with "knock knock."
he continues to move easily, now he even jumps off the last step of the stairs. he tries to do it from higher up but i go into a screaming conniption whenever he tries so he thinks better of it. i probably terrify him.
he loves the gummy vitamins that mimi takes, so i allow him one a day (mimi gets two). but he thinks it's candy and wants more than one and i tell him repeatedly, "no! medicine!" so sometimes he'll point and say, "medicine! have it?" but he knows they are called "vitamins" so every day, he'll press me for a one, saying, "mama! vie-da-din? pweeeeeze?!"
mimi has a toy robot. ozzy likes to turn it on and say, "wobawut! wobawut! denjer! denjer!" (red alert! red alert! danger! danger!), which is what a robot on the the show Max and Ruby says.
he loves to color and he knows he's only supposed to color on paper, but sometimes he will toe the line and color on the table and make a big deal about showing me. just like he knows he's not supposed to put small toys in his mouth but will put it in there anyway and then walk to me and say, "mom! mouth!" and then open his mouth and let a marble or some tiny toy part fall out! (URGH!!!)
of course he still loves vehicles of all kinds. while driving, if he sees any construction vehicle, he'll name it and i'll hear him say, "Mixer!" or "Digger!" or " 'porter!" (transporter).
he still enjoys playing with the baby doll...feeding it, holding it, walking around the house with it, etc. he's so caring and nurturing. it's totally sweet.
he's interested in playdough and scissors and i know i have to make more time to work with him on handling both, but have not been so good about making time for it lately. i will do better this month.
he loves animals. i've also got to make more time to give him chances to see animals and explore nature.
he loves to play in the pretend kitchen and make food and pour 'coffee'.
he continues to love to play in water and still asks every day for "water" play time.
he copies the exasperated sound that i make whenever he makes a mess.
when he passes gas he thinks it's pretty funny and laughs and says, "farted!"
his favorite part in the story Oh! David! is when David has a PU diaper. whenever i sense a smelly diaper and say, "something stinks!", ozzy goes, "David!"
*big sigh* i write this, not only to document ozzy's progress/growth, but in some way to try to slow down time, to appreciate where ozzy is in this moment in his life, and to relish in it before it's irretrievably gone.
i just brought home a little standy uppy potty for boys just a few days ago and every day i take ozzy to it if he says he wants to try, and he'll stand there, and i can feel his tummy muscles flexing as he tries to go (so far nothing, but that's expected) and i find myself pressing my lips tight together because i'm fighting to the urge to laugh out loud and cry at the same time. laugh because his big boy efforts are so cute and sweet; and cry because he's trying to be a big boy and i'm really not ready for him to be yet, but i know i can't stop him.
i'm slowly packing away his 12-18 month old clothes and looking at his much bigger 18-24 month old stuff, i can't believe he can actually fit any of the new stuff...they just look so big! and i gotta ask myself, is he really this grown? when did he get so big when every time i look at him i can only see how tiny he is? his tiny chubby legs, his tiny round bottom, his tiny full belly, his tiny fingers too chubby on the bottom making them splay out. his tiny toes. he still asks me to hold him when he drinks his milk (albeit from a sippy cup, not a bottle).
ozzy's speaking in two word phrases a little less than half of the time now. (mom, see?; shoes on!; yay eat!; no swiping! oh man!; see haytoter! (helicopter); down stairs!; have it?; me turn!; 'kay mom; bad luck!; wash hands; change channel; change diaper; all aboard!; happy to you!; gotta go!; oh so pretty!; uh oh mess!;brush teeth (bwush teef! he says); open door; help pweeeeeeze!; ow-know! (i dont know); wike it (which means he doesnt like it); hold me; onjen juice (orange juice); chockit nalk (chocolate milk); baff tub! (bath tub); OH GOD (sharp intake of breath) BROKEN!; pwatiss piano (this he tells mimi to practice piano); here, mom; etc)
he can identify his numbers 0-10 and count them in order.
he can identify all but one (letter K, which he calls L, in addition to calling the L an L) of the letters of the alphabet (both lower case and upper case), but saying them in order is still patchy.
he can identify basic shapes (circle, oval, octagon, diamond, star, rectangle, triangle, square)
he can identify basic colors (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, white)
he is generally able to articulate most sounds in his speech, but still has difficulty with "L" (usually not mastered until the age of 3 years or later, so i expect this one to be hard for a long time. mimi didnt master it until two and half), so an airplane is an hairpane, and look is said "wook". he can make the "K" sound when saying "car" but it is not present when he says "cat" (tat) or "candy" (tandy). he still calls milk "nalk" but i'll sometimes hear him practicing the correct way even tho he still misses the mark ("mmmmmmmuhhhhhhh....nalk"). the 'sn' words he leaves off the "s". he says "shemmen" when he says "seven." and he calls Blues Clues "coos coos" even tho he can say "blues" when he says it by itself. still calls the vacuum "dappum".
he loves to tell knock knock jokes with no punch lines. he's content to just say "knock knock!" and have someone say, "who's there?" and then he looks around him for some inspiration, and says whatever he spies, like "shoes" or "marker", etc. and then i say, "shoes who?" and then he just peters out and then starts all over again with "knock knock."
he continues to move easily, now he even jumps off the last step of the stairs. he tries to do it from higher up but i go into a screaming conniption whenever he tries so he thinks better of it. i probably terrify him.
he loves the gummy vitamins that mimi takes, so i allow him one a day (mimi gets two). but he thinks it's candy and wants more than one and i tell him repeatedly, "no! medicine!" so sometimes he'll point and say, "medicine! have it?" but he knows they are called "vitamins" so every day, he'll press me for a one, saying, "mama! vie-da-din? pweeeeeze?!"
mimi has a toy robot. ozzy likes to turn it on and say, "wobawut! wobawut! denjer! denjer!" (red alert! red alert! danger! danger!), which is what a robot on the the show Max and Ruby says.
he loves to color and he knows he's only supposed to color on paper, but sometimes he will toe the line and color on the table and make a big deal about showing me. just like he knows he's not supposed to put small toys in his mouth but will put it in there anyway and then walk to me and say, "mom! mouth!" and then open his mouth and let a marble or some tiny toy part fall out! (URGH!!!)
of course he still loves vehicles of all kinds. while driving, if he sees any construction vehicle, he'll name it and i'll hear him say, "Mixer!" or "Digger!" or " 'porter!" (transporter).
he still enjoys playing with the baby doll...feeding it, holding it, walking around the house with it, etc. he's so caring and nurturing. it's totally sweet.
he's interested in playdough and scissors and i know i have to make more time to work with him on handling both, but have not been so good about making time for it lately. i will do better this month.
he loves animals. i've also got to make more time to give him chances to see animals and explore nature.
he loves to play in the pretend kitchen and make food and pour 'coffee'.
he continues to love to play in water and still asks every day for "water" play time.
he copies the exasperated sound that i make whenever he makes a mess.
when he passes gas he thinks it's pretty funny and laughs and says, "farted!"
his favorite part in the story Oh! David! is when David has a PU diaper. whenever i sense a smelly diaper and say, "something stinks!", ozzy goes, "David!"
*big sigh* i write this, not only to document ozzy's progress/growth, but in some way to try to slow down time, to appreciate where ozzy is in this moment in his life, and to relish in it before it's irretrievably gone.
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