21 months!

Yesterday our little lad hit 21 months. Time seems to be moving at lightning speed because I remember, quite clearly, when he was just a wishful figment of my imagination. This morning we weighed and measured him. He was 27.5 pounds and measured 33.75 inches. According to this website, that puts him in the 58 percentile for both. I guess that means that, even though he looks like a little chub, he's proportioned properly. It's nearly impossible to get a decent portrait of him these days, what with the cheesy grinning and all the wiggling and the busy busy business. I tried anyway.

This last one says it all. Doesn't the look on his face just scream, "This morning I took my diaper and my pajama bottoms off because I was tired of being in a wet diaper. As a result of this I urinated all over myself and had to have a shower with my daddy. My mommy had to do an unexpected load of laundry because my bedding was all tinkly. Also I played in the sandbox that might actually be an old compost pile and I rubbed sand on my tummy and put fistfuls of dirt into my diaper repeatedly. Also I threw another fit this morning. But then I smiled like this and my eyes sparkled with mischief and my mommy practically devoured me in one bite."

I'll tell you one thing though, if this kid keeps taking off his diaper and using his mattress as a urinal, he's going to have a crash course in potty training. But it's true, sometimes when I look at him, all I see is a giant ice cream sundae with whipped cream on top and I want to eat him up.