Sweet B,
You are TWO years old today! I must
admit that I am emotional about this day because you are my baby. Does this
mean I'll be sappy every year on your birthday, mourning the loss of another
precious age of all three children? I hope not. But, it does make me sad that
you, my youngest, will never be one again. You are growing and talking and
running and learning and I wish time would slow down!
You started your birthday
celebration last night and partied in your crib until 9:45 PM. Even though you
have been slow to talk, you are getting the hang of it now and love practicing
your words. Just in the past month, you have started stringing words together.
My favorite phrase lately is "more trash." I have a children's
album recorded in my car, and track #8 is the garbage truck song. You love to
listen to it on a loop. Every time the song ends, you yell for "more
trash!"
Your other words at this age include
"wah-er," apple, "moov," where?, (I wish I could insert a
picture of you with your shoulders shrugged and hands in the air as you say
"where?"), "papi," mommy, daddy, sissy, mimi, baba, pop
pop, "hel-p," "ta-dah!," "si-zers," car, and a
few more. I love that you can say scissors but cannot (or won't?) say
bye bye. While your vocabulary is improving by the day, you are still far
behind where your brother and sister where at this age. We are not worried,
though, because you definitely get your point across!
You are an electronics addict. Your
favorite TV shows are “ah ah” and “woof woof,” which translate to Curious George
and Clifford. Any time you are in a room with a TV, you will bring me the
“mote” and ask for a “sho.” You are so darn cute (and persistent!) that it is
hard to say no, but I cannot in good conscience let you watch television all of
your waking hours. You also love to play the Elmo game on my phone. Like any
TV, you will run up to me and start saying “Elmo” when you see me holding my
phone. And last, but not least, you LOVE watching Jib Jabs on the computer. Jib
Jabs are these silly videos that your Baba makes you – he will insert our
families’ faces onto cartoon characters that sing and dance, and you go berserk
over them! I almost have to hide my laptop while you are awake because you walk
around so pathetically saying “JIB JAB!” Your poor Baba cannot keep up with
your requests for more Jib Jabs!
You are a pretty good eater. Like
your siblings, your favorite foods are mac and cheese, hot dogs, pizza, apples,
bananas and pancakes. Fortunately, you will eat vegetables too and usually ask
for second helpings of broccoli. Despite how much you eat, you only weigh 26
lbs, 2 oz, and are in the 27th percentile for your age.
Like it or not, you go by many
names: Brayden, B, Bray Bray, Brady, Boomer, Buster Brown, Crazy Boy, just to
name a few. I love hearing Taylor call you Bray Bray and Matty call you Buster
Brown. Clearly, you have your big sis and big brother wrapped around your
finger.
You love cars and trucks. It’s a
good thing your big brother is willing to share his cars with you because you
take them all over the house. You also enjoy playing with your sister's markers
and dot paints. In fact, you love to take all of the lids off of the markers
and leave the markers lying around to dry out. You are starting to color
more. You enjoy doing whatever your big siblings are doing, so if they are
coloring, you want to join in the fun.
Compared to Taylor and Matty, you
are much more physical than they were at this age. I suppose what you lack in
verbal skills, you make up for in physical skills. You go and go and go and go!
- I already blogged about this, but you ran circles,
literally, around Matty’s preschool class at the trike-a-thon a couple of
weeks ago. You must have done 25 laps! Every adult in the gym commented on
your stamina that day.
- Taking you out to run errands is my least favorite
thing to do. You are a nightmare. You refuse to sit in a cart or stroller.
If I convince you to sit in a shopping cart, it is usually short-lived. In
a matter of minutes, you work your way out of any belt/harness and proceed
to stand on top of the cart, jumping and screaming until I grab you. Then,
you squirm and thrash your little body about until I lose the battle and
set you down. The minute your little feet hit the floor, you are G.O.N.E.
I figure I probably spend at least 30% of the time I am in any store
chasing you versus actually shopping. I could not tell you the number of
times my heart has stopped in shear panic because I cannot find you. Just
the other day, we were in Michael’s shopping for Christmas crafts. After
you did your usual routine and freed yourself from my arms, you took off.
We were in the middle of an aisle when this happened, and you bolted to
the end of the aisle. By the time I chased you, you had rounded a corner and
gone down another aisle. I started looking down every subsequent aisle,
but you were not there. Panic set in. I abandoned my cart and started
running around the store… when I heard a giggle from the last aisle. There
you were, hiding in the yarn aisle, giggling as you hid from me.
- You are very resourceful. I suppose I should be proud
that you are such a good problem solver. A few weeks ago, I was playing
Chutes and Ladders with Matty in the family room when you brought me an
apple. I murmured something like, “Oh, you want a snack? Okay, let me
finish my game with Matty” The next thing I knew, you brought me a carving
knife from our knife block. You had pushed a kitchen chair to our fruit
basket first for the apple, and then you pushed it across the kitchen to
retrieve the knife. Yikes! When your daddy got home from work that night,
every chair in our kitchen was on top of the counter to keep you safe.
- You are good at carrying stools around the house,
including up and down the stairs. It is not uncommon for you to carry a
stool from your upstairs bathroom down to the pantry, just so that you can
rummage through our food!
- You are also surprisingly good at riding a scooter for
a two-year old. You will jump on Taylor’s or Matty’s and take off. Any
friend of mine that has seen you do this comments on it – they do not
expect to see such a little guy handle a scooter so gracefully! Your
grandma and pop pop are giving you your own scooter for your birthday.
Pretty soon all three of you will be gliding across the hardwood floors. I
can hardly wait (note sarcasm).
Your hair is still sandy blonde, but
I am afraid it is getting darker like Matty's did at this age. You still have
blue eyes, and your funny facial expressions bring smiles to many, many faces.
You are particularly good at scrunching up your nose and then belting out a big
scream with your hands in the air. You still love your paci and loveys, you
hate for me to brush your teeth, and you are showing an interest in potty
training. You give great big bear hugs and sweet little kisses, but you are
also very capable of pulling my hair and hitting me square in the face. Ouch!
Generally, you are a happy little boy with a great disposition. You adore
your family. We can hardly wait for you to join us in some of our family
activities (like swimming lessons, skiing, going to movies). Don't get me
wrong, though, I am not wishing away any second of this cute age!
You are full of joy and full of
life. You are a great reminder of life’s innocence and blessings. I pause when
I check on you before bed every night to thank God for giving me such a little
miracle. We love you to the moon and back!
Love,
Mommy
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