19 months. My littlest child is 19 months now, and he surprises me every day.
Whether it’s picking ripe blackberries all by himself (and eating them — but just the ripe dark ones), climbing up the playset and sliding down all by himself, bringing me a snack from the pantry with the request, “snack,” “crack-er,” “chips” (oh, I’m guilty. if he’ll say it, he can have a little one), or “milk,” feeding himself with a fork, breaking things just to see how they work, riding big brother’s new scooter (successfully), sending the wooden trains around the track, or just taking care of himself in ways beyond what I remembered from 19 month olds, this little bit is a surprise every. single day.
Like today. When he took the cheese-its from the pantry, secured himself under the dining room table, and had himself a snack.