Joshua turned 21 months on Wednesday. Three more months, and he'll be two. That's crazy! I was looking at some photos tonight of him from a year ago, and it's amazing what a difference a year makes. He looked like such a little baby then. Now, he's looking more like a little boy. He's still as happy and silly as ever. Unfortunately, he spent his 21-month birthday with a nasty cold, clinging to Mama most of the day. Which I probably wouldn't have minded if I didn't feel sick, too. But, c'est la vie.
I managed to get some work done that morning before he turned into Monsieur Cranky Pants. At one point, he was being very quiet in his playroom, so I went in to check on him. I found him on top of his toy bin, singing, with a bucket on top of his head. And he wasn't even medicated.
He's going to be fun at parties someday. Although [mental flashback to a baby shower, where he stood up in front of all the guests while the mother-to-be was opening gifts, and proceeded to entertain them], he already is! Happy 21st (Month), Joshua!