20 months

"No more pictures please"
"Please note the one blade of grass that escaped his mouth"

"Yes, we even have stairs outside"

The last couple of days Brady and I have been enjoying the great outdoors. I have simply enjoyed the fresh air and Brady has simply enjoyed eating the grass... and the rocks... and the sticks.... and anything he can possibly shove in his mouth. This has been enlightening for a Mom who carries hand sanitizer on a holster. I have actually surrendered to Brady's earthly ways. Which really means this is one battle I will never win. He can scoop a mound of dirt, leaves and grass into his mouth with precision and ninja like speed. The OT side of me is impressed with his "self-feeding" skills.

Today Brady is 20 months old. I am really looking forward to him turning 2 for no better reason than to stop using months in reference to his age. I will never be the mom who refers to their 3 year old as their 36 month old. It just sounds silly. So we have 4 months left of the months and then it's onto big time YEARS! OMG, years as in plural.

"What??? no rocks for dinner???"