Every morning, I open your door and you say, "Good M'ohhhhhhh-nin' Mama!"
It makes me laugh every day.
You are still obsessed with sandwiches. You say, "figgich please Mama!" more times a day than I will oblige. You don't eat the crusts unless I attempt to snack on the crust you just rejected. That suddenly raises the value of the aforementioned sandwich remnants. Andi gave me a collection of home videos this week from my toddler years. The resemblance between our mannerisms was unreal. You are so much like your Daddy in some ways, but boy...you are a tiny Teri Lee in many others.
You hate to have your teeth brushed, you love to play with Samuel, and you are obsessed with trains. You love to play cars "witch you" and say "way-ull?" with a big shrug after we catch you disobeying and you await the consequence. You tell me a thousand times a day, "I have a question foh you!" and ask me to sing "Daddy word!" (Hush little baby, don't say a word..." every night before you go to bed.
You have absolutely no interest in the potty, but love to pee in the tub. Your response to those moments when a lot is happening and my hands are full is always to explode a diaper. I know you can't do this on purpose...but it really feels like you do.
You make me laugh a hundred times a day. You go to time out a lot too. When you go to time out, you act like we have burned all your toys and left you alone in the wilderness to starve. When we come to get you out, you start laughing and jumping with joy. You say, "Yes ma'am! I'mah obey!" like you really mean it.
You love guiding your trains and cars under your dinosaur over and over and over, talking about how they are going under the bridge and through the tunnel. It's the first time in your life that you have quietly done an activity by yourself for extended periods of time. It's kind of amazing.
You love, love, love making Samuel laugh, but your "gentle hands" have been a bit rough lately. You aren't doing it to be mean...but you are testing to see how much we will allow and he can take. Your brother is a tough cookie. You talk about "Sam-ool" and "baby brover" all the time. If you are in trouble, you run to give him a kiss to see if the cuteness of the action will forgive yours iniquity.
You tell me you love me these days. They are the sweetest words. I don't know if you'll ever really know how much I love you back. I want you to grow to be a strong, creative, loving man. I do. But I also want to freeze time a little bit. I want to savor every minute of you as a strong, creative, loving toddler. Every mess you make, tantrum you throw, kiss you give, lesson you learn, nap you take, funny phrase you say....I can't tell you how much I love them. These are the very best days of my life, sweet one. I love you.