Keegan is 22 months this week which sounds funny to me. I've always thought anything past 18 months sounded really funny to say out loud so for the past few months Keegan has simply been "Almost Two" to anyone that asks. It seems unreal that we will be celebrating his second birthday in less than two months. And just lately it has hit me just how much he has grown up.
He started really talking around Christmas and can tell me what he wants or what's bothering him and tells on his sister like a pro. Usually sounds like "sissy pooshed." He says "bless you" every time someone around the house sneezes and he utters the sweetest words every night which are "night, night. love you." 
He asks for specific movies by name and even laughs at relevant times during his favorites which are (in order) Cars, Muppets and Ion King. He begs me to play cars all the time and thinks it's so funny when the cars crash into one another.
He loves music & movement storytime at the library. He was so into the motions to head, shoulders, knees and toes last week that he plunged the floor during 'toes' and sported a carpet burn on his forehead for days. He loves music so much and sings along to his favorite songs all the time now.
He can throw such a fit but after less than a minute in time-out he runs to me crying and saying "sorry, sorry, sorry." He has to get a hug to make sure everything is ok. He hates to be in trouble however it doesn't prevent the next fit that will occur.
I still rock him before bed and spoon-feed him most nights that we don't have finger foods. Not because he can't use a spoon or won't sleep without being rocked, but because I am so not ready to give up these little things. It's coming and I know it but I'm holding on as long as I can. Oh we love this little man!
