18...19...20?

Dear Everett,
Last week another mom asked me how old you were. I told her 18 months. Then she asked me when what day you were born in December. Apparently, you are 20 months old. You are also the only 20 month old I know who knows how to operate a jack.I had no idea how much I would love having a boy. I love watching you love your Dada. He is your favorite person, as it should be. You still are a man of few words. Full of signs. The first thing you do each morning is request a song on the guitar from dad, you ask using your custom "guitar" sign and by saying, "Dada. Doo Doo." And then he plays.
You still let me dress you like a tiny accountant. And you still are a robot. Just a busier, crazier, more fearless robot. I love you, Mister.
Love,
Mama