At least once a day I look at you and say, “Where did you come from?”. Things that prompt this question besides the above photo, are you standing around in nothing but your underwear, swaying your hips sassily and singing your own little song with your own made up words, like, “I go pee-pee in da pottyyyyy, so I got a jelly beeeeeean… KACHOW!”
Speaking of the potty, you did have a poop breakthrough this month. We were at Old Navy and I don’t know if I just caught you at an opportune time or what but when I sat you on the toilet you peed and then pooped in somewhere other than your underpants for the first time in 4 weeks. Son, I almost cried I was so happy. Since that day you’ve been about half and half, so definitely progress. You accept diapers at nap and bedtime but otherwise won’t wear them at all anymore.
The spring brought us t-shirt weather and when I put on your first short sleeved shirt in months you kept trying to pull down the sleeves. It was hilarious, like a spastic dog trying to chase his own tail.
Bubbles are WHERE IT IS AT for you. And where the bubbles are at, is all over the driveway, your shirt, down your pants and in your mouth. You are a sticky mess when you are through but the happiness they bring you is worth it. Most of the time, anyway.
Your sister has become your friend this month and it is the sweetest damn thing I have ever seen. You have played side by side and occasionally together before, but this month you two developed your own games, and inside jokes- giving me The Look when I interfere, Like DO NOT BUG US NOW- “we are being little birds in a tree who are orphans” so GO AWAY. You butt heads often enough, when you don’t want to play Rowan’s game or when she takes your prized ice cream truck but I am amazed at how much you genuinely like each other. I knew there was a pay off to having 2+ kids, I just didn’t realize it would be this stinking sweet.
Something that we’ve always known about you but now it seems really pronounced is your short attention span. Rowan has always been able to sit and color a picture until she is done, or engage herself in painting or make-believe play for long stretches but you take two swipes with a paint brush and declare your masterpiece done. I’m a little perplexed at how in that 30 seconds of painting you somehow manage to cover your entire body in bright green, but I think I’ll just chalk that one up to the mystery that is BOY. And it’s not just art activities. You won’t play in the bath for more than 5-10 minutes, watch a full PBS episode, or sit contentedly while I read more than 2 books- you always have to be moving around. To date, I can only think of 2 things that consistently hold your attention that don’t require motion and that is 1. Snuggling blanky 2. playing with your cars. This isn’t a good or bad trait it is just part of you and it amazes me when I finally pick up on something that’s always been there but I never took the time to notice. Am good mom like that.
You have really blossomed in music class this session, singing along and repeating really tough musical patterns. When I think back to the fall and how you spent that entire 10 week session refusing to sing or even sit in the circle I am AMAZED at your progress. Go you!
When trying to exude charm when sweetly asking for something you always add a “maybe” at the end while looking up with big eyes and giving those long lashes a bat or two. Example: “Can I go to the park, maybe?” *batbat* This is very calculating and has obviously led to lots of trips to the park, for we are suckers.
You are much pickier about what you eat, but in turn MUCH more neat which is huge. Except for that entire bowl of soup you dumped in your lap today. Now THAT was messy.
Grammy gave you a little stuffed Tiger for Easter and for whatever reason that has become your second best thing (next to blanky, of course). You have to have him in your arms at night and you bury your face into him as we lay you in your crib. The downside? That would be you and Rowan playing Tiger Toss at the buttcrack of dawn. This entails you throwing the Tiger and your sister stomping across the room to retrieve it, repeated ad nauseum or until your dad or I come up to tell you FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY please go back to sleep.
This month you have started to fight sleep at bedtime. Your afternoon nap has stayed very consistent at between 2 and 3 hours, but after we put you down at night you will chatter your fool little head off for an hour or more. Most of the time we don’t even go in to shush you because it’s very entertaining to listen to your chirpy little voice sprout nonsense and you’re almost always happy so, eh, it’s one of those battles we choose not to fight more often than not.
The biggest change we’ve witnessed this month was when we went on our first trail walk with you. Last fall you happily sat in your stroller, content to watch your sister run like a maniac through the grass, but this spring you asked to be let out and you ran happily beside Rowan, letting her instruct you on the proper way to pick dandelions and show you where the “spooky old tree” and “Mr. Gnome” live. You tire a lot easier than she ever did but I can tell how much you enjoy stretching those big boy legs and running, running, running with a grin plastered on your face. Just don’t run too far away from your mama, ya hear? You wouldn’t want her to think you weren’t her baby anymore, now would you? Let her live with her delusions a little while longer, maybe? *batbat*