one and two-thirds

Twenty months old already. Jake is so busy that I can't begin to tell you what he is doing. He eats, he sleeps, he plays, he sings, he dances, he runs amok, and he'll tell you all about it.

Jake's trying really hard to speak in sentences, so a lot of what he says comes out in a complete mushy mess but he gets it right every once in awhile. When he does he is so excited that you understand him that he'll say it over and over until he falls on the floor in a giggly fit. This morning he watched me get dressed and told me how to do it,
Put on shirt.
Head.
One arm.
Otha arm.
Put on pants.
One leg through.
Otha leg through.
Put onna socks.
One. Two!
Put onna shoes.
I got tons of claps and cheers when I did it all right. And a bite of waffle as a reward. I'm learning but sometimes I make mistakes and then Jake makes me wear this so he isn't embarrassed.

I'm not sure anymore what is "normal" for Jake's age. Since he was so slow and floppy and lazy when he was first born until he was about six months old I've stopped reading the childhood development stuff. I know what is supposed to happen between eighteen months and two years and I think he's on track. Who knows. I think he's a little over-developed in the language department. He's developed a fear of the tub which works out for me because I'm not that much into giving him a bath anyway. He loves his Bear but I don't let him take it out of his bed. He recognizes the difference between basketball (bassaball), baseball ("Go Pee-a-lees!"), football (Eaggas!), and hockey and loves to run up to the screen and tell you which one you are watching. Yesterday I heard "Is football! Eaggas! No is Pee-a-lees. No is hockey." Three times. Dave is pretty happy about that.

We are leaving for our big trip down to the Southland tomorrow night, so keep your fingers crossed that 95 isn't a big parking lot this weekend. We have a laptop so hopefully I'll get around to doing some blogging. My mental health has improved 7% since getting rid of the old desk top and the giant computer armoire that was eating up space in my dining room. Add that to the 4.5% improvement from replacing our giant couches with more manageable ones and you'll find that I'm doing much better. I don't feel like I'm drowning in my living room anymore. It's a good thing. Now if I can only get rid of that couch in my bedroom so I can breathe in there. Any takers?

It's really cold here now. I hate it. To save heating oil I've been setting my house at 60 degrees at night and when I'm not there and kicking it up to 70 in the morning and when I get home from work. It's no fun at all. Jake loves to say "I fweeeezing" and "Ids (It's) cooollllddd owside". I wonder where he learned that from? Not his mother who complains when the temps dip below 80, I'm sure.