17 months old today, this little punk. Won't even stay still and let me take his pictures anymore.
He thinks rhymes are lame and would prefer you reading him stories instead, so that's what his Abba reads to him every night before he goes to bed.
Sometimes I find him in the corner just staring at a page of his book looking at the pictures, so fascinated by them.
Sometimes I find him in the corner tearing up pages from his books. Oh, well.... Loves anything with wheels on them. "Vroom vroom...." Every time he plays with a toy car. Loves toy stroller, too. And his little bulldozer that he can push around.
Loves kisses. Kisses pretty much everything and everyone. Humans, stuffed animals, animals. Loves animals. But also loves stepping on bugs.
He loves ginger. Like, ginger ginger. Yes, that ginger. I often cook fried rice with slices of ginger just to add some flavor to it, and he eats the ginger, yes, slices and slices of ginger. What kind of toddler likes ginger?
Mango is his go-to fruit. Oh, man. This kid and mangoes. Endless love story.
His whining has increased to level 9 now, 10 if we don't give him what he wants.
Tantrums. Lots of tantrums. Tantrums. Tantrums. Tantrums. Throws himself on the ground, that kind of stuff.
Busted his lip again this week. I'm surprised he hasn't broken any of his ONLY 6 teeth.
We can't wait to see how he's going to be around his little brother.
Can't wait. 🧡