Sweet Lord almighty, this month went by fast. Way too fast if you ask me. If I asked you, you would probably say, “Yup. Mmmhhhmmm.” I know I say this almost every month, but I just wish I could remember every single thing you did or said, because you constantly make my heart swell and melt all within a matter of moments.
So, I will lead with the big story – going pee pee on the potty!!!!!! This is so very exciting. Well, it is so very exciting for your Mama and Daddy. We had recently started asking you if you would like to go sit on the potty, and most of the time you would say no. But then one day, you said YES. And, when I put you on the potty you knew just what to do. I was so proud! I screamed and you looked at me like I was crazy (I know, I am). Since then I have shown you your Thomas underwear that your Gaga sent you, and boy oh boy, you sure liked those. I am not sure if you understand what they are or how they work, but I told you that if you keep going pee pee on the potty, then you can wear your Thomas underwear. The other morning when I was getting you out of bed and walking out of the room you said, “Bye bye Thomas undies!”
I think a lot is going on in that brain of yours, because you seem to have major extremes at home. You are exercising your independence and while that should be a positive thing, it also turns into a battleground. YOU would like to run around everywhere you please, while WE would like you stay out of oncoming tractor traffic and in-ground fire pits. See where the problem lies? So, when these two forces meet (YOU and US) it usually causes a temper tantrum.
The other day you were playing with your trains (well, you do that EVERYDAY). You were playing with Thomas and James (the battery operated ones) and Thomas is faster than James, and kept crashing into him. This made you very mad. We tried to explain that one is faster than the other, but I am sure that didn’t get too far in your 2 year old brain. So, every time little Thomas rammed into the back of James you would start screaming and doing a little frustrated jig. After about ten times of that, we said NO MORE BATTERY OPERATED TRAINS TONIGHT. Well, you can imagine what happened. Screaming, flailing, hitting things. So, into timeout you went. More screaming, more hitting.
Finally, when we manage to calm you down from these (which sometimes all we need to do is say, “Abe, do you want some juice?” I don’t know why that works) you are pretty darn cute. You go around and say you are sorry to all that you wronged. “Sorry Daddy.” And we always have a hug and a kiss (a Supernanny technique).
But, in between those tantrums you are the most polite two-year old I have ever seen. You say “thank you” to us all the time, and I have to admit, it catches me off guard. Whenever we drive to school you always have some sort of train with you, and you drop it every day. I strain and stretch to pick it up in the backseat, and every time I give it you, you say, “Thank you Mama!”
You are turning more into a little boy with opinions and questions and such a good sense of humor. I still miss you every day we are apart, and I look forward to meeting you at the door when I come home from work. I think you will eventually be a really great big brother. Sometimes I can’t believe that we are about to go through this all over again, but then I look at you and it all seems worth it.
Love,
Mama
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