Wyatt is 22 months old today, and I really can't believe it. I think it's hilarious that time has flown by as fast as it has... especially when in the beginning I was desperate for him to just get a little bit bigger so we can actually do stuff. I'm a better fan of toddlerhood than infancy, how about you?
Wyatt is saying a few words, but he mostly has his own REAL language (real to him and to us).
English words he knows how to say -
Shoe (which he RARELY says)
Words that he uses for other things -
Uuuh Nuuh - Milk or food in general
Daaaaaa? (he emphasizes that it's a question) - Please pick me up
It's so weird that we really know his made up words well. We still encourage him to say the REAL words for what he wants, but he's pretty set as of now on his made up words.
Other than all of this, he's super active, climbing on anything he can. He's a very strong little dude and can pull himself up onto the desk with just using his upper body strength. We're constantly pulling him down off of things. :)
And he enjoys "working out". He does squats and punches right alongside me.
Life is pretty good and now I'm wanting things to slow down.