Saturdays are the best because Brian and I are typically together with Kyle all day long. It's the only day out of the week that we're both off, and I can tell that Kyle loves having us all in one place. This morning was the cutest - the 3 of us were playing in his room with cars admiring his sound effects, then the kitchen with his train set, then back to his room to drill things. Then we had lunch together at the table and when we were done he grabbed Brian's hand, then grabbed my hand and led us both together into the living room, where he jumped up on the couch and told us to sit on either side of him, and then asked to watch a Mickey. How do you say no to that? So we all sat on the couch together to watch a show as a family and he had the biggest smile on his face the whole time.
Kyle is only 19 months but in a lot of ways he seems much older. He likes to do things on his own, like carry his stuff out to the car, get the milk out of the fridge, put his dishes in the sink, put lotion on his body, open the door with keys. When we go to the park he likes to play by himself, which makes me super nervous so I still hover over him within arm's reach. He's talking up a storm and probably says about 30-40 words. My favorites are "toodles" "bagel" and "blanket" (which sounds kind of like a two-syllable "bit") and he says "ya" when people ask him questions. He's starting to have strong opinions about who holds his bottle/cup or snack when he's taking a break from eating/drinking (it's usually me and NOT dad), and really likes to boss me around by pulling me off the couch and pushing me on the ground so he can climb up my legs/sit on my stomach/dive over me (the joys of being a boy mom).
He loves being chased and rough housing. His favorite thing is being tickled/running around the house like a crazy person and throwing himself on the ground. Everywhere we go he likes to fall on purpose, which I'm totally used to now but makes my friends a fam a little nervous.
Sometimes I miss my tiny baby so much it hurts, like when I stumble upon this picture when I'm stalking my friend's instagram, or when I read articles like this and unexpectedly bawl my eyes out. But most days I just watch him in awe because he is really turning into this amazing, smart, adventurous little boy who is always thinking and exploring. I just wish he'd get over his intense obsession with opening the fridge and touching everything in sight sooner than later.
