At almost 23 months, I’m realizing my baby boy isn’t so much a baby anymore. I mean, he’s still my baby, but he resembles a young boy much more than a baby these days. He knows that giving me a kiss will most likely get him what he wants. He deliberately tries to act funny in many different ways, whether it be fake sleeping or blaming his farts on someone else. Yes, he actually blames his farts on someone else and we have no idea where he learned this…..honestly. He asks for what he wants and blatantly tells us what he doesn’t want. He runs and jumps and expresses different emotions, actually knowing what those emotions are. He knows his friends and asks to see them. He points out things to us that we are truly shocked and amazed he knows. This kid has an amazing memory and sense of humor and temper!!! Yep, that’s my boy.