Roman- 2 years and 10 months

I've often bragged about Roman, so sweet and helpful. His Grandmas say he's the most polite little boy they've every known and people at the grocery store always comment on how great he is. Well, some of that changed last month. Apparently, 2 years and 9 months was his toddler phase. It might have been baby related, although he adores Odin and has been wonderful with him from the beginning. It might have been having his Mom otherwise occupied more than usual while Daddy and grandparents and aunties helped take care of him. Whatever it was, it was awful at times. But, it now seems to be mostly over. I'm SO glad it was short lived.

So, back to normal. Here he is helping Daddy mow the lawn:

His imagination is running wild these days. He is constantly pretending he is a pilot or a dcotor or a digger. His trucks have I can't keep track of all the funny stuff he says, but here's a few: 

Spinning around, arms out, "I'm flying a helicopter over Roman's house! I'm a pilot."

Watching a Thomas the Train video on the computer when I come over to tell him "one more;" "Mama, excuse me, go away mama, please."

He will be less than gentle with Jagger and then immediately say, "That is uh-oh, I'm sorry Jagger."

At Lowe's, "DaDa, I need five monies to buy a lawnmower!" Or reading his book at night, "MaMa, I'm tell DaDa, Roman needs to buy this digger."

In the shower, he pushes Gene near his penis then says, "Uh-oh, I'm sorry DaDa's penis" then he grabs said penis and pretends to make it talk in a very low, gruff voice, "That's okay Roman."
Roman tells me that he and DaDa are going to fly a school bus, and I tell him that's outrageous; he says, "No, that is rageous!"

His favorite breakfast, cake and coffee. Gene makes him some Teechino in an espresso cup and the brownies are dates and walnuts.