He's doing great at helping me around the house. I just brought in our haul from BJ's and he was gracious enough to carry the box of flushable wipes AAAALLLL the way down the hallway, open the closet door, put the box on the right shelf, shut the door!!, and then come back to help me carry the box of mac & cheese to the kitchen!
And he's just hit the 21 month mark! He's nice and helpful, can follow "Go put this box in the closet in the hallway for me, please" commands, and knows that if he hurts someone (by accident or on purpose) that a hug & kiss is always the correct way to respond to someone else in pain.
He just...doesn't have anything to say. Sure, he talks, but not a lot. He doesn't repeat words and he maybe has a new word to say once a month. Allie's the one that talks for him so why should he have to do it himself? I know he'll say more eventually, but he's content NOT to right now. And I don't mind.
He's affectionate, emotional, outgoing, adventurous, and understands small commands. He can point to his head, hair, eyes, ears, nose, belly, toes, and teeth.
He's also good at getting into the closet and rummaging through everything in there while I'm blogging and covering himself and the hallway in Old Spice: Denali body wash. Awesome. Good thing he figured out after a quick taste that it's "UUCCK!!"
At least he now smells like the man my man could smell like.
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