Your vocabulary:
Hi, Mommee, Daddee, Kenzie, Sissy, Kitty, Cesi (the bad cat), Ball, Hot, Down, Help Me, Ow, {Z}oey, Car, Shoes, Swing, Tree, Bye, Go, Sit, Eye, Meow, Quack, Moo, Hisssss, Hoot, Snack, Shoes, Maaaa (goat), Duck, Up, Down, Okay, Eat, Hi Daddeee!, and you've got "no, no, no..." down pat!
You're a whopping 34 pounds, which lands you in the 94th percentile. Mama exclaimed "oh good, he's slowing down!" and got a grin from the doctor at your well-baby appointment, who said "um, he's still HUGE." And, well..you're still 100th percentile for height, and your head circumference is way off the charts. But, you're growing in proportion to yourself and at a continued rapid pace. You're wearing 2T & 3T clothes and still costing us a fortune to keep you dressed. Oh, and your feet are 8 Double Wide. Which means that Stride Rite had ONE pair of shoes for you to choose from!
You know all your body parts, and when asked "who's Rylan" you point your finger at your forehead. You've been telling us when you need a diaper change, you clever boy - so you're getting to know your new potty chair. You love helping out and are actually pretty insistent at helping make dinner...and you feed Zoey and the cats just about every day. You also give Zoey her medicine, although sometimes it turns into a bit of a chase as you bait and switch on her throughout the house.
It seems that you take after your Mama (finally, someone does!) with your love for books. Your sister loves a good story, but I think you could probably just sit around and read all day long...just like I could. We've got little baskets of books everywhere and you'll commonly sit down and read yourself a story - but most often, you start patting the chair and yelling at one of us to do it for you. When we hear a chair being patted around here...we know it's reading time!! NOW.
You won't even glance at a TV, much to my chagrin (it is a most excellent babysitter if you'll just give it a chance? - especially first thing in the morning!) You're still an early riser, much to my chagrin. 5-6:00 is way too early for me.
We had a nice run where you would put yourself in time-out at the mere mention of the threat. But..well, that was short lived and now you're finding things that get to us (like playing in the flower beds) and you get this cute little grin and push it to the limit. You've learned which houses on the cul-de-sac are most generous with their popsicles and you're over there a begging, because no one can tell you no!
You Run! You climb. You're becoming so self-sufficient. Yet, you're still our baby and we are enjoying you so very much!
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