One more month until Jackson is TWO! Today my little man is 23 months old. He's such a little boy now - not a baby anymore. It is sort of bittersweet. He is amazing! You can carry on an actual conversation with him. Yesterday on the way home from school, I asked what he did at school. Jackson: play with bubbles. Me: Oh, yeah? You love bubbles. How fun! What else did you do? Jackson: play outside. Jackson fall. Me: you did? How did you fall? Jackson: Fall off slide. It's totally cool! He's totally cool! He has started singing along to Old Mac Donald, Little Bunny Foo Foo & Itsy Bitsy Spider - I need to get it on video! He's done The Wheels on the Bus for a long time now, but it's still cute!
We've recently moved him out of his high chair and into a booster at the table. He climbs right in now. It's great! We plan on moving him into his toddler bed during the Christmas break. Right now, he's still not trying to climb out or anything, so I see no reason to rush it. He's showing more signs that potty training is in his near future. The other night he spent the night with Yaya & Pops. When Yaya was bathing him, she said he got a funny look on his face and she asked him if he needed to go poo-poo. He said no. tee-tee. and then started peeing in the bath tub. Not the ideal situation, but in my mind, at least he recognizes the feeling and knows what's going to happen.
My sweet, active, sweaty little 23 month old Wacko!









