Monty is going through a magical time at the moment. Like the sudden rush of life in Springtime he is bursting with newness every day.
His speech is expanding by the day with new words and the introduction of sentences. He counts and recounts, instructs and suggests. He watches and listens carefully to what is being said and then tries the words out for himself, repeating quietly until he is happy with how they sound. His linguistic leaps and bounds are matched by his rapid physical advances. Running, jumping, climbing, dancing whatever his body will allow him to do, he’ll try it.
He is developing understanding of others’ feelings and will accept suggested compromises to settle disagreements. He has strong ideas about what he likes and has learned how to express his preferences. He is getting there with disappointment. Slowly. He has a crazed sense of humour and the kind of belly laugh which makes you happy just hearing it. His love for silliness knows no bounds.
About to turn two, filled with potential and excitement. Every day, I am amazed by Monty.