In his twenty-sixth month, Roman is: delighting in his newfound abilities to close doors, put on his shoes, buckle himself into his booster seat at the table, and pedal a tricycle; overjoying his Mommy and Daddy by finally getting the poop side of potty training after a loooooooong two and a half months; really getting into screeching; and cracking his brothers up at the table and in the car.
He’s got some major lungs that he uses all the time to talk and sing and make his needs and wants known. Here are a few of the funny things he’s been saying:
Mommy: “That’s a no no.”
Roman: “That’s a yes yes.”
Mommy (when Roman wakes up in the morning): “Pacis are for sleeping.”
Roman: “Pacis are for waking up.”
