He's still saying dino-no. Thank goodness.
But now it's Grandpa, not papa.
And Brenna, not Bomma.
And Cars, not cais.
He's growing, my boy.
My daughter corrected me the other day, "Nu-uh mom! He's TWO!"
I say a lot, "But he's only one!" She had to straighten me out now. I can't say that any more.
He's speaking sentences.
He's opening doors (literally, although also figuratively).
He's undressing the Barbies...and the Kens.
"I shoot b-ball."
"I watch Lighting show."
"I go bye-bye."
Not yet, little man.
Not quite yet.