Paul and I both agree that of all the fun ages Owen has been, 22 months is the best yet! He understands so much now and he can verbalize so much more. His silly side really comes out...as does his mad side! He has perfected the stink eye, but will now go point to the "mad" face on the feelings poster at Ronda's when he is upset about something. He signs "more" and says please when he wants something, but we haven't quite gotten "Thank you" down pat yet.
Owen runs, and doesn't walk anymore. He loves to play with his remote control bus that Ronda gave him for Christmas, his kitchen, his lala, and he is really into reading books. He loves to ride his zebra up and down the hallways and he likes to play hide and seek and chase.
His favorite words are Gabba, keys, cars, bus, oh no!, uh-oh, crackers, cookies, juice, Mama, Dada, lala, Mmmm!, Nummy!, gong (clock), stars, shoes, hot, bubbles, balls and peas (please). He is very interested in letters and always picks out the N's, M's, B's and sometimes the S's and L's.
He is very affectionate,and loves to hug his stuffed animals and us, but has started to get stingy with his kisses. If you ask for a kiss, he'll stop playing just long enough to give you his cheek so you can kiss him. The funny thing is that if he hears the word fish, he makes fish lips and comes over to give me a kiss!
We haven't started potty training yet, but he does tell us when he's wet or "ickkkk!" several times a week, so I imagine we aren't too far off from using the potty chair. He still loves to take baths, but he really doesn't like leaning back to get his hair washed anymore. Guess it's time to get back into swimming lessons! Speaking of lessons, we start music class on Saturday. He loves music so much, I can't wait to see how he likes class!
That is Owen at 22 months in a nutshell. He's so much fun. I don't know if it is truly possible to love him even more now than I did when he was born, but my heart swells each time I see that little boy!!! He is by far the best thing I've ever accomplished in my life.
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