Some days it seems like all I can do to keep up. Other days are much easier. I thought the hard part didn't come till two. Turns out I was beyond wrong.
Patrick will be 18 months on Tuesday. I can't believe how fast the time has gone. He was sitting at five months, crawling at seven, taking steps at 10.5 and running by 12 months and he hasn't stopped since.
He's got all sixteen of his baby teeth in and working on his two year old molars which means that I have not slept in approximately three weeks for more than two hours at a time and theres still no sign that they will be popping through any time soon other than the constant fussiness and the fact that he's drooling enough to fix the water crisis in California.
Up until last week I thought he had delayed speech problems. I was wrong about that too. This week he's learned three new words
Words he says now
Ba - Ball
(and words we've heard occasionally but not often)
Gay-Kate (his babysitter)
Aya - Alek (his brother)
He still doesn't communicate real well but he's trying. Mostly though he knows what he wants and he manages to get it across by pointing, grabbing or just bringing you his cup or something from the pantry which means I want to eat.