He talks nonstop and says/retains e v e r y t h i n g. Counts to 12, knows his abcs, colors, and shapes.
|Snow boots are optional but encouraged.|
|He walked through the entire grocery store this day with a package of stolen rollos behind his back.|
Finding and obtaining food is his life's passion. Tuesday morning he woke up asking for a hot dog from Sam's and was so dedicated to his goal that he would bring me my shoes, keys, etc. throughout the morning until I caved.
Maybe his second passion is with "Papa's truck." If he sees a play/pretend phone he usually calls Chris, Zach's dad, and checks up on the red truck.
He likes to color. Reagan never did and still doesn't so this makes me, who loves anything crafty, feel like fraulein maria running through the hills with outstretched arms. He will sit for what feels like an eternity (in reality it's about 10 minutes.)
Loves "dip." Like any sauce that can be used for dipping he is all over. Bananas have been dipped in ranch. Basically anything in ketchup. And yesterday I walked into a situation where he was just drinking barbecue sauce.
weight 30.5 lbs
height 35.5 inches
54 times a day I pinch his butt