22 months in and I am still wrapping my head around what having a boy means. For Zach it means quiet = mischief and anything can be climbed. The words are flooding out, including the very adorable "I love you". At school he has moved up to the next room, and is generally doing well, though the biting still surfaces every now and again... The choosing of his own clothes has begun - with his Upsy Daisy top (pictured) - it is not right unless he has the matching flower pants. Yes - he is quite a fan of his sister's hand-me-downs such that his favourite colour is pink, and there are fights over who gets the pink cup. In terms of sleeping, he is far better than his sister ever was (or is) - and we are getting up to double digits in terms of sleeps through the night. He is also going very well in his self-induced toilet training, with ~80% success rate.
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