Twenty.

My little boy is 20 months old since yesterday and continues to amaze me with his expanding vocabulary. He's become excellent at boosting my ego, exclaiming candids "Hmmm, c'est booooon!" at every homecooked meal and "Ooooh, c'est pretty!" whenever I make or draw something for him. The other day I also accidentally bumped into him and my "Sorry darling" was followed by the sweetest "Sorry mummy". The cuteness kills me, I tell ya. The boy is still over the moon crazy about music, begging for "more, more, [squeal] moooooore!" as soon as a song finishes and his manic obsession for pens is also still well in place. He finds immense pleasure in counting e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. he sees or collects ("three, four, five, six, eight, ten!") and he has started naming the colours as well (though so far his world seems dominantly red). I'm so proud this little fella. Less so maybe when he drops heavy toys on my toes and bursts out laughing while I am in utter agony. Or when he draws and throws food on our white walls and then goes "oh dear" not meaning a word of what he just said. Toddlers - ever so challenging and charming at the same time. Happy 20th month birthday to my cheeky boy!

ps:  be sure to check back here tomorrow for the petite surprise. You wouldn't want to miss out.

{images above taken at 19th month old}