23 Months

I wanted to document Grant's life at 23 months because it is the last time I will be refering to his age in terms of how many months old he is and I personally want to remember this time in his life.  After next Thursday, I will officially have a two-year-old, in fact, for some time now we have been telling people "He will be two in August." 
Grant is full of life, energy, personality and has recently become quite good at putting sentences together.  Everyone always tells you that when they start talking and actually making sense that it seems to happen overnight!  That's how it's been with Grant.  It seems like he just woke up one morning and was like, "Look Momma, a helicopter!"  "Look Momma, What's This?"  "Ouch Momma, It hurts."  "Dada, Come Play!" 
When we came home from Destin, we took Grant to the doctor because he had been suffering with a deep congested cough for a couple of days and we wanted to make sure it wasn't serious.  When Grant wasn't feeling his best he was overall cranky and whined instead of talking.  I knew within a couple of days that he was feeling like himself again because one particular morning he awoke talking up a storm!  I went to put him in the car that morning and he said, in this particular order:
Beep Beep
Honk Honk
Look a lawnmower!
Water Off
Water Off is one of his favorite sayings.  Don't ask me where he got it from?  The shower?  The faucet?  I don't know he'll randomly tell us that the water is off when we are not even anywhere near running water.
Grant loves his gummy vitamins.  We call them dinosaurs because they are in the shape of dinosaurs.  Grant knows that he gets "one" dinosaur a day.  He will go to the cabinet where they are point and say, "A Dinosaur?" and when you tell him yes, he says, "Yay!" and claps his hands in triumph!  He is so proud of his dinosaur that he won't eat it.  Instead he walks around the house with it, squeezes it between his fingertips, talks to it.  After it's all good and fuzzy from lent and dirt, then he will eat it.  We have used the term "dinosaur" to our advantage recently calling Grant's antibiotic, "dinosaur juice."  We call raisins and craisins dinosaurs and because of this, he can't get enough! 
Grant can count to three and knows (the majority of the time) the colors, yellow, green, red and pink.  I know you are all asking yourselves, pink?  Why not blue?  Answer: He knows I paint my toes pink and it has stuck.
Grant had his first nightmare last night.  At 9:30 he awoke screaming and crying, "Momma, Dada!"  I ran up the stairs, he arose and couldn't tell me fast enough that "a firetruck, a firetruck, it bite me!  It bite me!"  He kept saying it over and over and said it with such conviction there was no denying that this was his first bad dream.
Grant does not like for his hands and feet to be dirty.  He hates to be wet.  He also hates for his feet to get wet and then to have cut grass stick to them.  He says, "Eeewwww" and is overall uncomfortable until the situation is resolved.  He will walk up to me with dirty hands and seek out a napkin to wipe them.  He just recently picked up a dead magnolia bloom off the ground and said "Eeewwww, dirty" and proceeded to throw it over the fence.  He did not want this unattractive thing near him or in his yard.  Grant is a fantastic golfer.  Ron just sawed down his golf clubs and now they are his perfect fit.  He has one heck of a golf swing and spends about an hour every evening hitting golf balls.
He continues to amuse us and amaze us everyday with things he picks up on and says.  I know the fun is just beginning and can't wait to enter the terrible terrific twos!  ;)