21 Months

Today Mr Poops you are 21 months old. Yes, that's right 21 whole months. Pretty soon you'll be asking for the car keys and telling us to sod off!

Unfortunately, you are spending your monthly birthday feeling pretty sick with a bad cough and cold. One you've have also shared with your Mummy and baby brother. Your poor little nose is getting red from all the nose wiping because you are now officially a snot factory. A good night's sleep is alluding you as a coughing fit takes hold. You poor, sweet chicken. You and I make a good chorus in the middle of the night don't we?

You've certainly been imposing your will onto us and challenging us at every turn. Nothing escapes your notice and you grab everything within your reach despite our best efforts to remove things. You use one of your toys as a makeshift step ladder in order to achieve this. The person who built this house orginally obviously didn't intend to have little people living in it as the door handles are quite low and you are able to reach these standing on your toes. You especially love to go into the room your little brother is napping in. Darling boy, you are exhausting me!

Yesterday your Daddy left in a big metal bird all the way to America for a conference for work. We are all going to miss him terribly, but especially you I suspect. You love your Daddy more than anyone else on this planet so I am sure his not being here will cause you some concern. Don't worry, he'll be home in a week and we have Nana here (my Mummy) to help out and keep us company.

You are still out little chatterbox. I especially love it when you say bottles or bubbles. You pronounce them bott-uwles/bubb-uwles. So very, very cute!

Well I have to go because brutha wants me.

Loads of love to you JA woo! Cuddles your Mummy.