20 Months

20 months old today...where do I begin to describe all that is Jack?   He is still as busy as ever and hasn't lost the ability to destroy anything in his path.  He can clear out drawers and cabinets in record time and breaks something at least once a week. We have to keep the door locked at all times or we will surely hear the chime of the alarm system notifying us that Jack has left the building.  He loves hooking the toy trailer and tractors together and this activity probably keeps occupied longer than any other.  I remember that by 18 months Sam was beginning to play alone well and would sit quietly through a short movie.  Not Jack. He has places to go, people to see and playrooms to destroy.  He has a mischievous grin than makes me smile and will often look right at me, flash that grin, proceed to do something he shouldn't and then laugh at me as I run to him to discipline him.  Jack is still ridiculously funny.  He struts around making silly faces and noises and seems to be very amused by his own antics.

Jack is still a big eater and never seems to be full.  He is suddenly very attached to his blanket and calls it "pee-bo."  His stuffed animals are his "babies" and he insists on gathering them all together and carrying them around.  Even with his "pee-bo and babies" in hand, he cries every time I put him in his crib. He is saying lots of new words and will try to repeat anything we ask him to.  His newest words are "love you," "tree," "water," "heini," "thank you," "trash," "please" and "outside."  He still pushes Landry around and loves to steal her bow and take off running.  He gives me kisses anytime I ask and always runs to greet us where he then wraps his arms around our legs and yells "Mommy" or "Daddy."  
My little boy...full of love and spirit.  He is spunky and stubborn, wild and cuddly.  He is sweet and happy and is still a constant source of joy.  It seems unreal to me that in a few short months he will be two.  I still see him as my baby, and I am quite sure I always will.