As with every month until she’s three (at which point I have another idea!) I took Bubba’s 24 month photos.
Don’t even get me started that my teeny tiny Bubba has hair that is long enough for plaits.
Or that she is totally able to build blocks telling me the colours of the blocks, put her puzzles together, calling out the names of the animals and making the noises they make. Roar, meow, oof oof, quack, SNAP (crocodile, complete with hand movements).
Or that she is stringing words together in groups that I mostly understand as sentences.
Just don’t. Or there might be tears.
I realised something else when I was taking her photos. If I swapped the numbers around they were my age. Not in months unfortunately. I very rarely admit to my real age, but we’re all friends here and I know you won’t tell anyone!
Anyway, they’re just numbers.