At thirty-one months, Roman is: enjoying having his own room; still trying to figure out how to not wake up at 5:45 every morning; loving music class with Mommy; getting sassy with his brothers and his parents; doing more than his share of talking, whining, and crying; trying and succeeding in engaging people in conversation (like to Grandpa, “So, where do you live?” and to Mommy, “How was your work today?”); and continuing to be the most loving and joyful little guy when he’s not in two year old mode.
“Why do people eat?”
Roman: “Petra is yelling at you.”
Mommy: “Petra, what are you yelling about?”
Roman: “She was woofing.”
“I say a potty talk word, and Jesus forgives me.”