The Big 2-0

hiya, quinny!

today, you are 20 months old. this bugs me, dude. you are not supposed to be this "old." you look more and more like a little boy and much less like a baby every day. you are talking more and more...and throwing more tantrums, too. you spent at least 15 minutes throwing yourself onto the driveway in anger this morning when i wouldn't let you push your toy out into the cul de sac.

you are obsessed with shoes. you went to lunch wearing a too-large pair of sissy's princess sneakers, today. first thing this morning, you donned another pair of sissy's sneakers...this time, it was a pair of size 8 mary janes that are dark pink. you have no shame, buddy ;-p

you have stopped eating, but you have not stopped growing. i'm not sure how this works. you still drink a fair amount of milk, but other than that, you seem to live on air and a couple of graham crackers. you have even boycotted meat! the only things you will eat enthusiastically is rice and apple sauce.

you are very much a mommy's boy still, but you have fun with your daddy, too. you like sissy. most of the time. you get excited when you see her for the first time in the morning, and you ask for her when you don't see her. otherwise, she annoys you ;-p

you are enjoying summer and all the water play it allows you. you are a tough little cookie; fire ants think you are delectable, but you rarely cry when they bite you. going for a long hike or walking the dogs while riding in a carrier on my back is still one of your favorite things to do. you have full-on boycotted shopping cart seats (so fun!), and you are mastering the heart-stopping habit of tipping your restaurant high-chairs back.

it is still a daily challenge to keep you alive. you have no fear and you are incredibly strong...this makes for a challenging combination. you had your first trip to the ER a couple weeks ago and succeeded in shaving a couple years off your old mother's life, buddy. you had what seemed to be a minor fall, but after exhibiting some strange behaviors, you ended up getting the fastest mini van ride to the hospital ever. poor sylvia. maybe that's why she's leaking oil now...maybe taking her up to 110 didn't sit well with the gaskets ;-p

at the rate i'm keeping up with your blog, buddy, you may very well be two before i get it all down again. i will try harder to keep this information up to date, but considering the crazy amount of fun we are having all the time, it's not likely i will succeed. in the mean time, i know you will enjoy our trips to zoos, children's museums, snake farms, amusement parks, endless playdates with friends, and trips your grandmothers' homes!

i love you, quinnzilla!
-mommy