This weekend, we celebrated LilRunr’s upcoming birthday. His SECOND birthday. Insert standard motherly comment about disbelief over time flying HERE.
Yes, it’s hard to believe that my baby is two. In a “wow, wasn’t I *just* staring into this newborn’s eyes, hoping that I’d be able to figure this mothering thing out?” kind of way. In a “I love that now there’s a little boy running through my house, making friends with the most timid cat in the universe and making messes” way. Most decidedly NOT in a “oh mercy, the terrible twos are upon us!” way.
The thing is, I don’t really believe the twos are terrible. Oh, I see the less than good things. I’m not blind. He’s mastered the pout. The, collapsing facedown on the floor and kicking his feet while wailing bit. The, turning himself into a two-ton weight in order to passively resist being taken places he doesn’t want to go trick. The crocodile tears. The general drama. This isn’t mommy denial — I am aware that he isn’t always a perfect angel, and that he does have the capacity to annoy others…even me.
It’s just that I’m fascinated by the little person he’s becoming. This year, I’ll get to help him master new and important skills. I’ll get to watch him discover his imagination and explore. I’ll get to carry on more and more complex conversations with the lad, hearing what he’s thinking and how he feels. What are a few tantrums and annoyances in the face of this kind of behavior:
- His favorite phrase right now is “thank you.” He’s figured out when a “thank you” is appropriate, and he LOVES showing his gratitude. At 4:00 this morning, I had to drag myself out of bed in response to the repeated calls of “Mama!” I found the boy in a puddle (12 hours of dryness, eh, Pampers?) and got dry sheets and jammies on the bed and the boy in an efficient and (miraculously given the hour) cheerful manner. His response? “Tank tu, mama.” Heart melting.
- When he really wants to tell you something, he’ll run up to you, grab your hand (if you’re standing) or put a hand on your knee (if you’re sitting) and get his face as close to yours as possible. There is an earnestness and a desire to be understood that is just precious and melts my heart every time. Right now, he normally wants to tell us something that he hears or sees, such as, “mama, clock!” or “byebye, airplane.” I adore his need to share experiences with us. I hope that never, ever changes.
- His favorite game is “ready, set, go.” He and his daddy will race back and forth in the hallway all day long. We should possibly have a “no running in the house” rule, but it brings him so much joy and it tires him out before bedtime, so I don’t really care. He’ll also play “ready, set, go” with the cat, who is a somewhat unwilling participant. When she gets tired of running, she’ll stop and make him pet her, while he leans down to look into her eyes and say, “go, kitty! Go! Pwees?” He has found that the sincere eye contact thing has no effect on felines.
- He loves to “talk” on the phone, and just about anything can be used to place “calls” to Grandma, Mama, or Kiki (a character from a Disney show). His conversations are always the same, and they go something like this: “Reen (ring). Hewwo? Hi. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Ok, BYE!”
- He’s started making up songs for us at dinner time. It is adorable and falls into the “how much fun it is to watch his imagination develop” category.
See? It’s not so terrible.
And now, I present you a bunch of pictures from his birthday party, because I can’t think of any other way to stop talking about this boy we so dearly love.