2 1/2 Years

Weight: 33 1/2 lbs (75th)
Height: 36 in (50th)
HC: 19 1/4 (50th)


Dear Munchkin/Boy:

ARE WE DONE WITH TWO, YET?! ARE WE?! Just sayin'...

Okay, I've got that out of my system. I find age two to be a constant power struggle against itself. It's such an age of wonder, discovery, exploration, light-bulb moments. But then it's also an age of arguments, disobedience, back-talk, and regret (Mom's). And in traditional human fashion, I find that I spend more time recalling the tough times than good times. It's the reason why, even though this post has been in the works for months, I feel I should have more than just a few fun "lookey what my kid did/said!" tidbits to offer. This parenting thing is hard, yo, and I'm not ashamed to say it.

Here are some things that make me smile:

- You almost always say "please" when you ask for something. Even if it comes out, "I WANT MORE CRACKERS!!!!!!.....pweeze."

- You are a diligent cleaner-upper when prompted, and take pride in ensuring everything ends up in its rightful container.

- "Pack pack" = back pack

- "Piggy pack pack" = piggy back ride

- "We all done wis da wash cloth?" (You meant, "with the car wash")

- "Mommy, can you do me a favorite?" (favor)

- Daddy: "Am I your friend?" You: "No, you're Brad."

- "Okay, mommy, here's da situation."

- Trying so hard to make monkey cheeks (puffed up cheeks) in swimming class, only to end up making a fish face instead.

- Whenever anyone asks you if you think you're having a baby brother or sister, you always reply, "a baby sistah." (Perhaps we will learn about disappointment sooner than later? Time will tell.)

- You insist on telling the day's routine: "We gonna go to school, den we gonna eat lunch, den we gonna take a nap, den we gonna wake up!"

- Singing the lyrics to "Prince Ali" from Aladdin: "Pwince Ali, handsome is he, Ali A-Blah Blah." (It's supposed to be "Ali Ababwa.")

- Over pronouncing all your Ls, but skipping Rs and Ys. Yellow = "Lellow"

- You are the ultimate negotiator. All requests are met with, "Five minutes, mommy." And you hold up your five fingers, just in case I misunderstood. Or, "How bout...pway for two minutes, THEN take a nap."

- You're so proud of your new clock that changes colors to tell you when it's time to sleep and when it's okay to be awake. "Mommy! My cLLLock is LeLLow!" "My cLLLock is not blue!"


Here are a few pics from our recent trip back to the Kohl Children's Museum:
Pressing buttons to make the water jump

Grocery shopping. Atta boy!


Aaaand...cue the heart melt. It's moments like THIS (completely uninstructed as to how to hold that baby doll) that make me forget about the terrible two's....almost. :)

Love,
Mom