19 months

On Saturday Kyalo turned 19 months, and since we'd escaped Sandy-soaked NJ for Massachusetts, we headed to a local apple orchard for the morning.  It was pretty cold so we skipped the hay ride and just wandered the grounds for a bit, and then settled in by the fire with cups of cider.

Kyalo enjoyed driving!

Safe to say the cider was a hit!

This was an interesting month: Kyalo experienced his first hurricane/superstorm.  He wasn't a fan.  It kept us inside, after all, and I think things just felt off to him on Monday night.  He still doesn't talk much yet, but he sure is trying.  I tried to teach him Sign Language for "more" which he learned as "please" and so he'll do the sign and say, "eeeezzzzzzee" which is more than I can handle...I can't say 'no' to that too much!  Still, I'm grateful that we're starting to see signs of language coming.  I think the exposure to Swahili might be slowing things down a bit.  He seems to be settled on only having five teeth (two on the bottom, three on top) as there hasn't been much movement in that front for a while.  I guess he likes to do things slow and steady!

I decided that I needed to get a few more shots of him in the Kenya T-Shirt, so did that this week.  It has been cold here, so I bundled him up.

 {laughter}

In addition to talking more, and just generally being more independent, he is also becoming more toddler-y.  Some examples include: playing with the knobs to our gas stove, biting my legs - which he apparently thinks is some kind of joke because he keeps doing it - and suddenly hating his car seat {boo}.  I'd welcome tips/ideas for (staying sane. ha) discipline or books worth reading or words of encouragement/wisdom to get me through these days.

He certainly keeps us on our toes.  I think we like it that way.