We are officially in toddlerhood. Aside from his shear size (Anyone out there who thinks vegan kids are slight can come try to sling this guy around for a day. Oy.), there's his growing sense of independence and risk taking, the word explosion that just hasn't quit, and of course the tantrums too.
Currently he loves playing with a train set we inherited, making "sushi" and "cookies" out of play-doh and reading books. Outdoor time has been especially fun over the last few weeks and we've gone for lots of "hikes" along the creek near our house. There is so much for Woodrow to see and do and he can spend hours looking for frogs, watching ants, smelling flowers, and picking up stones & tossing them into the water. Simple things are the best.
He loves helping in the kitchen, especially when it comes to mixing and measuring things, and in particular baking muffins (cake as he calls them). It's never a tidy process but I'm okay with that because I love that he loves to cook with me!
It's been getting easier communicating with him now that his language is emerging. It's amazing how quickly he picks words up these days and what he chooses to use. Some of his more often spoken phrases include "Oh! Somebody's house." and "Oh! Somebody's car." pointing out at every car and house we pass. "No frogs in Mama's house!" he likes to exclaim at 5am and we have no idea why but it's hilarious every time. "I working." when he's busy playing and you ask him what he's doing. It's often quite hilarious. Here is one of our recent conversations that took place while he was busy playing and I tried to convince him it was time to have lunch:
Me: Woodrow it's lunchtime. We are having soup and toast and hummus.
Woodrow (hopefully): Ummmm.... Cake?
Me: No darling, we don't have any cake. We have soup and toast and hummus. Would you like to sit down for lunch with Mama?
With parents as strong-willed and spirited like Mark and myself, it's no big surprise that we have quite little personality on our hands. As my mama gently reminded me recently, I apparently wrote the book on being a spirited child, so call it my just desserts. Woodrow is wild and wonderful and quiet and cuddly from one moment to the next. Two things I'm sure of are that parenting is exhausting and also the best thing ever.
Only two months until he's 2. Wow, that happened fast.