At twenty-four months, Roman is: saying things like “Yummy in my tummy”, “No eat my carrot, Petra”, “Don’t worry, Mommy”, “Love you, Mommy”, “Miss you, Mommy”, and more; cutting a few more teeth; and going from telling me he needed a diaper change to telling me he needed to go potty in just a few short weeks (I was fully intentioning to wait until this summer to potty train him but decided to shelve that and just go with his current awareness/desire and jump right in with him…we’re all losing sleep and are more than a little energy drained, but he’s doing really well with it and hasn’t looked back since he wore his last diaper last week…go Ro!).
