Sweet boy you turned twenty-three months old last week, this means that you are almost two. You are every much two- it is so wonderful and so frustrating at the same time. Welcome to toddlerhood.
You love your brothers, being outside, reading books, throwing things, eating oatmeal, being held, and not listening. You are very very fond of Mama right now. You also enjoy “nilk” (milk) and cake (or anything sweet for that matter). You know where we keep the chocolate and daily you ask me to “carry you” (which means for me to carry you, not the other way around) and then you thrust your arm towards the pantry and shout “I see, I see, I see!” You want to see the chocolate and you want to eat the chocolate. You have an incredible appetite and you constantly eat when you are not sleeping or being “owside.”
Your vocabulary is expansive and your word quota for the day is increasing each week. You do not stop talking, you even talk in your sleep.
You love your books and every night when you have finished your dinner before everyone else you want to climb into my lap and read a book. It is hard to ask you to wait for me to finish my dinner, but we try every night. Some days you accept this and others you do not. You are a guy who knows what he wants.
You can be pretty mean. To kiddos younger than you- you push them, to your brother Bennett- you pull his hair or hit him with books and to Henry you hit. You hit me when you are not given what you want and you throw almost everything you can get your hands on. You are learning to apologize which is very cute but I am not convinced you mean it- we are working on it.
You want to be “owside” all the time. You want to see “Banders” and ride your bike down at the “woundabowt.” You can even ride the plasma car at a surprising speed down the neighbors driveway.
You are fearless. It is frightening to be your Mama sometimes. You climb, continually try to touch the stove, grab for knives and do everything your brothers do. Even just the simple act of pretending to be monkeys jumping on the bed usually ends with you crying after you have fallen off the couch (shouldn’t you have seen that coming, given the plot of the book?!). You want to be so big, Mama wants you to slow down a bit.
You love baths and when I go up to check on you, you are usually just laying down in the water. You are a water baby. You HATE diaper changes. Seriously, it is like they are a new torture I do every day. I really thought that it would get easier but that is not the case. I am not ready for you to grow up so fast, but I am ready to not fight you every couple of hours to get you a fresh diaper.
And let’s talk about your hair. Love love love. Not everyone feels the same, but check out that curl…
Oh sweetheart, you are a joy, you are a handful, you are our Rory. It has been so fun watching you grow- watching you watch your brothers. It is so different watching this time around. Your brothers are bigger and do more interesting stuff then the last time we had an almost two year old around. We can watch the wheels turning in that head of yours and you trying to figure out how to get it done. One day soon your body will do exactly what your mind sees. You will be running outside with those boys without Mama holding you back or asking you to wait for her. Until then, I will be your shadow, trying to convince you to play in the garden so I can work and watch you play with Flanders or your trucks at the same time. You are loved more than you realize sweet boy. Happy twenty-three months!