At 22 months (his birthday is August 10th!), Silas is a character. I would definitely put him in the category of "strong-willed child"-- he is opinionated, stubborn, and pit-bull like in his wants and desires. He's incredibly verbal, and knows what he wants, even if it takes us a few minutes of him repeating a word for us to 'get' it. His personality is hilarious, and he's constantly joking with us in his little toddler way.
I think my favorite side of him is his goofy side. He's become a master at the goofy face, and even knows when to break it out for pictures. (We call the one in the collage below his 'crazy' face and he does it on command...or just to be silly when he feels like it.) Usually the giggle I catch afterwards makes it that much cuter. He spent a good five minutes exchanging silly faces with a stranger on the train last week. I love his ability to make friends wherever he goes-- even if it does make public outings a little more awkward for us more inhibited adults.
We talk about 'baby sister' a lot these days--everything from what her cries will sound like (his impression sounds more like a mouse squeak-- which would be nice, but I think he's in for a rude awakening) to what colors she will like, and whether he's going to share his trucks with her (that changes on the daily). As much as an "almost two-year old" can, I think he understands pretty well that there is a little baby coming to our family soon. Anytime he glimpses a baby girl on my Instagram feed or sees a baby in church, he says, "baby sister!"
Lately his favorite things are to go for walks (which he refers to as 'waaalk, walk, walk's), eat Greek yogurt (this kid is obsessed), and splash in his inflatable pool. He holds our hands and bows his head to pray, and even will remind us if we start to eat before praying. He counts to two, can point out a handful of colors, and slept 12 hours last night. I would never have guessed that last one based on his sleep record as an infant.
I have to confess that I sometimes roll my eyes at people who refer to their kids as their 'best friends', but admittedly, I love having this little buddy around. And it makes me wonder what the heck I did with my days before Silas was around to keep me on my toes.