(with Nana on New Year's Eve)
We've entered the stage where Truman can and will repeat any word he hears, so I have taken to saying "oh my" often — in frustration, in excitement, in amazement and anguish, at the TV, at bad drivers and at the things I stumble over. If it's really heated I'll even go so far as to say "oh my goodness!" In this way I have become an old lady to prevent my son from sounding like a sailor. Instead he sound like an old lady with me, walking around saying "oh my!" in a sweet and surprised voice.
These days he's not grown much more in size, though he is inching his way toward 3T shirts, but is growing exponentially in language and other practical tasks. Today he was able to use his scissors himself to cut paper. He couldn't do it exactly the right way, but he found a workable solution. And earlier this week he helped me roll out and cut cookies. He's very smart and intuitive when it comes to activities that involve hand manipulation, like a little engineer.
He loves to color and paint, run, climb, jump and dance. He likes snow and hates hats. He likes to watch things that fly and find things in the house. He's getting pretty good at playing catch and making baskets, but he also likes to carry a purse, care for baby dolls and play chef. He is a ball of energy while we are out, but will often concentrate on activities that interest him while at home.
He is getting better at using the potty and telling us when he has to go while we are out, but he still wears diapers when out and at night.
About once a day he talks about a family member who isn't present, either thinking about them, wanting to call them or when he sees a picture. He remembers and loves his family.
Here he was a year ago:
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