My last post was on January 3, and that feels like it was about 3 days ago. Luckily I was brought back from the toddler twilight zone into reality from the slight heart attack I had when I thought I'd lost all of my photos tonight.
"No photos" are simply not words to live by.
Sweet boy is sleeping soundly, I'm pretending the Pioneer Woman on my TV is actually here cooking for me, and I am resting in the peace that is knowing I have found my photos. Life is extra sweet when you have solved a first world problem.
Jonah is 17 months now. SEVENTEEN. He weighs 28.2 pounds and though I haven't measured, he's half my height and he's just about outgrown his 2T sized clothes.
And he is VOCAL. He has a lot of meaningful gibberish. Though I'm certainly no expert, I'm pretty sure he speaks Klingon.
And boy is he busy. BOY alone describes it. We have crayon on every surface in our home (including on our skin and clothes), there's rarely toilet paper still on the roll, we are missing several items that used to be on our nightstands (a phone, necklaces, a bookmark), and we pretty much run around meeting demands and fearing the alternative. There's a lot of consoling, a lot of cuddling, and a lot of trying to communicate in English, French, or unofficial sign language / dancing / miming / facial expressions with someone who is clearly not from here and likes things done in a completely different way than makes sense to us.
It's utterly exhausting. It's the best.
I leave you with this 1 month old preciousness...because it's the easiest to access right now in the crowded abyss that is my computer.