I’m pretty sure that no one told me how much I would love this age, and there’s no way you could have convinced me four months ago that I would love this age even more than I loved his age a month ago. I thought my heart had expanded as much as it could when he was born, but I was wrong.
This is his first tricycle that his great aunt bought him. His feet don’t even touch the ground, so you have to push him around. That’s fun for about 5 minutes until your back starts hurting, but Ethan could do it for hours.
I had to include this photo below because he looks like he’s got a wine glass in his hand.
Ethan decided quite a while ago that he shouldn’t have to get his diaper changed. Ever. No matter what. I thought this was a phase, but it’s not as it’s been going on for at least six months. Makes for a fun diaper change — assuming you like wrestling with a toddler. Which I don’t. At least not on the changing table.
(Before you give me ideas of how to get him to not fight the diaper change, let me just say that I’ve tried it all and there’s only one thing he wants if he’s getting his diaper changed: nursies.)