Solomon 22 months.

Nana and Pop Pop brought back this guitar from Hawaii. I've never seen Sol so excited. It amazed us how he knew what to do with it and even how to hold it. He sang "kinkle, kinkle, little star" over and over. On Father's day he sang, "Happy Father's day to you."

Tara gave Rose Ryan a box of Emmy's clothes. Solomon loved the boots!

Solomon is amazing us every day. He is saying everything we say. He says thank you and you're welcome, at the correct time. It took him a while to get this down. We would tell him to say thank you, so he would. Then we would say you're welcome and so he would say welcome. Then he began to say welcome when he needed to say thankyou. It was a vicious cycle for a while, but he's got it now.

He loves his musical instruments. Everything can be turned into an insturment. He hands everyone an instrument and expects us all to play. If no insturments are around he'll point to me and say microphone (i'll sing), "daddy drum", "pop pop drum", nana clap. We all do what he says.

He's doing very well on the potty. We average about one accident a day. That is great on the diapers. We use a pull up at night time, but he rarely uses it. He can only stand pampers brand. If we put a generic or huggies he breaks out and scratches for days.

He can sing the entire Twinkle twinkle Little Star song. He also loves the baby bumble bee song. He falls out laughing when I say "oops I made a mess." He can count to 13. He sometimes counts constantly. He'll count himself to sleep. He doesn't always go in order when counting, but when stacking blocks he'll get to 13. He can also sing his ABC's, but we're the only ones that can tell he's saying all the letters.
We just have the best time with him. He is a lot of fun to play with. He'll say "mommy pay" I can't resist. He loves to play with his IKEA train set and blocks mostly.

Instead of having his hand down my shirt all the time he has moved on to picking "kabsks" scabs on my arms. They started out as mosquito bite, but he has made them into these horrible looking scabs. He won't let them heal. He'll say "Mommy ok, alright" then pick the scab. He searches everyone for scabs to pick. Granny says he comes by it naturally.