22 months

And then there were two.


In his twenty second month, Gus became a big brother.

He was immediately excited about his sister's "baby toes!" and "baby hands!" and "baby eyes!" He was not so excited about mama, however. He tried to ignore me in the hospital and protested when I asked for a hug.

With daddy home the first two weeks, he was a pretty happy camper, but I definitely have to watch him now for unnecessary roughness with the baby. Still, she is the one he wants to see when he gets home or wakes up in the morning.


This month he became more interested in puzzles and impressed us with his improving abilities. He's also trying to count: "One, two, five! Three! Five!"

He weighs himself on our bathroom scale and announces that he's "thirty five." (He's not even close to 35 lb--I have no idea where he even heard that number.)

This month, he decided that he likes to swing. Most kids have been enjoying swinging since...forever...but he never liked it. Then my mom put him in it, and he saw another kid enjoying it, and now it's all he wants to do when we get to the park.

We have all kinds of bizarre pictures on our cameras because he's figured out how to operate them.


He's inquisitive and energetic. He has a really cute farmer's tan. His feet are constantly dirty from backyard forays. He loves "snuggles." He's our boy.