Month 22

Twenty-two months! He might as well be 16 and in many cases he thinks he is. Full of joy, laughter and a little (or a lot) of mischief, he is always on the go. He is talking up a storm, putting words and phrases together and giving LOTS of directions. As in "mommy, put the phone down" whenever I am on the phone in his presence. He wants all of the attention on him. For the most part, he knows his ABC's (thank you Patti). We've been busy this past month, but I don't have many pictures to show for it.

Oh and remember when I said I would never cut Finn's curls. Well I (not Mark) did. And now I wish I hadn't, but isn't that the case with all haircuts?? The haircut was a bit of a traumatic experience for both of us. I guess it had been so long since he had one he didn't know what to do. Lesson learned on my part. He still looks cute as pie, but I hope the curls come back. Please, hold all of your hate mail until later. I feel bad enough as it is.