21 Months and Getting the Better Part of Me with his Adorable Ways

Zane is 21 months old (I've thought hard and long about this and I think it's about time I just start saying two for my own sanity!). He is crazy, reckless, and somehow the absolute sweetest. And by absolute sweetest I mean 60% percent of the time, every time. I think the best skill he has acquired this month would be using his ultra-sweet manipulation skills to make everyone love him even when he has taken the last treat  right out from under your nose. 

He loves to help put away dishes and sing, "Clean-up!" whenever putting away his toys. He also loves to stash all of his toys at the bottom of the stairs so you get a nice hotwheel to the heel at 6:00 am when you are zombie-walking around the house getting ready for work. Zane also loves getting into makeup. He has painted his entire face and a few walls with lipstick. The little stinker can accomplish so much in just minutes. If I was as productive as Zane is when he is being naughty, I honestly could be unstoppable. Like, that's all the evil villains are missing: the example of Zane and his default setting of "go-go-go (which he also loves to say)."

Right now, Zane is in love with the idea of a baby brother. He kisses my tummy, gives it hugs, and will occasionally come up and pat it before heading back to his extremely important task of ordering cars, which he also loves. He was excited for a baby brother until we went and bought fabric to make the new baby a blanket. Zman was incredibly jealous and didn't even want me to touch the fabric as we waited in line to pay. He so overly protective that when I told him it was 'brothers' he gave me the meanest look that has ever graced the earth. Then, he snuggled the fabric close, laid his head on it, and pretended to snore. I'm already dreading what is going to go down when a brand new, helpless, little baby is swaddled in such a hot commodity. 

ZZ loves playing catch, looking at tractors, blowing bubbles, and doing his darndest to sleep in our bed at night. He is so dang adorable, I've fallen for it three times in the last two weeks. I just can't help myself at the thought of giving him so many loves before a new baby comes. Zane also loves going to the bathroom on the "potty" and gets a starburst every time he uses the bathroom. He is practically potty-training himself and it is so magical and glorious. They told me to believe in miracles. This is definitely strengthening my testimony, people.

Zane is also acquiring some of my best loves; yesterday we went to the D.I and as I was picking out books for my classroom, he would grab the books, nestle them against himself in the little baby enclosure as I put them in the cart, and say, "More books, mommy. More books." And when a cute little 2-year-old is grabbing 50 cent books from you and encouraging you to grab more, anything is possible. $26 worth of possible, as a matter of fact. More if they had a bigger selection, I am sure of it. He also loves to have dance parties with me and is definitely getting into some sort of interpretive dance phase. I'm not quite sure what that is all about, but he is experimenting some serious thrusting of the head and hips to music. After a song ends, he will say, "MORE DANCE! MORE SONG!" It's like he's forcing my hand with such great taste in music. 

Lastly, Zane is seriously picking up language like he is personally going to keep the English language alive. He's willing to speak and that is what I think is most amazing. At nights, he will say the entire prayer as long as we tell him word for word what to say. It's been very sweet to hear him string together several words at a time and all of the little phrases he has picked up from us. The funniest part of this language acquisition is that sometimes he calls Mitchell "She-sho" and me "Alicks." He will give us quite the parently look and say, "Aliiiiicks. Night night." Now ask yourself, how can you argue with that? 

Steele yourself against the sweet little boy because he's only going up from here.