I picked up binders to put them back in a bookshelf and noticed Bryce's journal that I kept as he was growing up. Jan. 29, 1989 I wrote:
Bryce is 17 months old. He is getting cabin fever. When he wants to go outside, he pulls down all the coats ( his is too short to reach) or gets his boots. He likes to play the piano and dance to music. He is very cranky at church. The new schedule is right at his nap time, 12:00 p.m. His vocabulary is: bye, bye, bird, and MOM! However he babbles incoherently all day. He likes to talk on the phone alot. He can carry a five minute conversation all by himself. When he wants a bottle, he gets one and brings it to me. He still sucks on a nuk.
Feb. 5 1989 Bryce likes to talk alot during FHE. We don't listen to the lesson--we just laugh at him. He's good entertainment. He can climb up on his horse and high chair now. If he wants to get down he shakes the tray and if he doesn't want to get down he hangs onto the tray so you can't take it off.
Feb. 12, 1989 Bryce loves to seat on the baseboard heaters--he uses them as chairs. He also stands on the kitchen heater and watches the deer in the back yard. He really has cabin fever. I usually take him out in the afternoon and he walks down the middle of the street. He hates to have his hair washed and cutting it requires several people to hold him down.