An oldie but a goodie - at my mom’s house in coastal Virginia.
Epic morning hair.
Remy’s mad language skills are starting to explode. He can say his own name, which kind of blows my mind. He loves to identify people in pictures and tell us who they are - Mama, Papa, Grandpa, and Titus are the big hits so far.
He says “choo choo” for his train set, and “apple” for any food at all. He says “Elmo” over and over but that doesn’t appear to mean what you might expect; we play an Elmo video and he still says it over and over. He counts to two, over and over, and says “mine” with serious intent.
It’s getting crazy.
The coolest kid in town.
Nights are a crapshoot. Every night we read “One fish two fish red fish blue fish” and he drinks some milk and then we turn the light out. Half of the time he lays down and goes to sleep. The other half he turns into Remy Demon, possessed boy of doom. Out to make his mama miserable.
That ratio is slowly changing, I think. Slowly. Baby steps.
