Our baby turned two this week!
In the midst of babyhood, I always think there is no way I could possibly forget these moments. The little idiosyncrasies of a toddler, the way they say certain words, or generally try to communicate. Of course I remember a few funny things, and favourites they had, but a lot of the little things slip away. I remember asking specific questions about my own babyhood, and being the third child, got a lot of ummms and faraway eyes before the “I don’t remember” or generic (read: most likely made up) answer came to assuage me. I used to feel indignant. Now I totally get it. These kids, these blurry half-sleep days, eat our parent brains and when the fog clears we ask ourselves, “What just happened?”
I do take lots of pictures, and writing this blog gives me hope of remembering some of the smaller things, but there are already holes. I remember every detail of #1’s every birthday, but for the life of me I can’t tell you what we did to celebrate Middle Man’s second trip around the sun.I’m pretty sure it involved apple picking and a delicious cake made by my mom, but there is no proof. I have scad loads of pictures and memories from right around that birthday-just not the day. Bad Mommy. I should be banished to scrapbook boot camp.
In the spirit of getting my act together, and having something to relay to my third child, here are some little things I want to remember about him at 2years old:
(Prepare to be bored if you are not immediate family)
His words are still limited to mama, dada, and up. Otherwise he communicates in sounds.
- Do-do-any other vehicle
- *Slurp*-sound for water
- Eeeh!-I don’t like that, get it together and please your master!
- Nods slow and steady with mouth and eyes wide open for yes
- Favourite phrase: Mama! Dada! Roar!-no idea what this means, but repeats often laughing hysterically.
The kid loves music:
- Favourite pick of the moment in Father John Misty while snuggle dancing with his dada.
- He taps his foot to the beat of everything.
He is our danger baby. While he has given up the super move of alternating turning the knob on the stove then running to stand and rock back and forth on the dining room chairs, he is:
- Climbing to the top of our climbing dome, and hanging himself upside down
- Bumping/jumping enthusiastically down the stairs on his bum
- Leaping from anything into arms or onto beds/couches
- Stealing his brothers scooter whenever he can
- Going down huge tunnel slides solo
Sometimes it feels like a full time job just keeping this kid out of the ER.
He has been our friendliest baby, generally not wailing when people glance his way, and making friends feel special by running into their arms for a hug.
Like all toddlers, he is very dramatic, expressing his emotions FULLY, rotating them all in the drop of a hat.
It makes for hilarious, exasperating and sweet times. There is no one who can match both the wrath and snuggly tenderness of a toddler. After three goes of it, I find it hard to imagine not having one around.
Happy Birthday to our rambunctious, adventure loving, friendly guy!