He lines up his little people, side by side or one behind the other. Then he often takes a swipe to knock them all over.
He wants a blanket now (or two, or three, maybe a stuffed animal too, or his water cup, or…) when he’s ready for bed or feeling tired or fussy.
He resists sleep mightily most nights. Every once in a while he’ll drop right off. Why can’t I have more of those nights?
If it’s in view, food items must be dipped in the roasted red pepper hummus.
He yells. For fun. To get my attention especially: to tell me he’s frustrated, to tell me he’s angry, to tell me he’d rather not change his shirt thank you very MUUUUCCCHHH! (does anyone else have this problem? He flips out when I try to take his shirt off. ??)
If he doesn’t want the rest of the banana on his tray (or cereal, or chicken, whatever), he starts making a pterodactyl screech and waving his arm, like I’m trying to force-feed him poison. I’m trying to teach him to say “No thank you, Mommy” instead. Sometimes I get a string of gibberish before the shriek…
We’re working on Please. So far it’s not offered voluntarily. But he’s a Thank You champ.
One evening I decided to have an ice pop (the ones from Freddy’s have mango!!) for dessert. I gave him a taste then had to wrestle the empty plastic tube from his death grip and get myself another one. I didn’t let him taste the second one.
He has the sweetest smile. He loves to be tickled. He loves to be chased, especially by Daddy. He giggles at nothing sometimes. His greatest joy is still flinging small plastic balls around the room, and ever-so-gently pulling them from under the couch when he can reach (yelling Uh-oh! when he can’t).
It’s really hard to cut the toenails of a small child with ticklish feet. I’m not sure how my mom ever cut mine. Mom?
Despite the arched-back car seat incidents, the don’t-change-my-diaper kicking, the new tendency to hit whatever is making him angry or frustrated… maybe in spite of all of this we’re loving our little man more every day. We’re loving watching him grow and learn and establish more of his independent personality. We’re loving how he picks up words and concepts, and then says words and shows us things he understands that we had no idea were in that little head (and we’re so glad he didn’t retain the ‘F@*k that hurt!’ that popped out of Daddy’s mouth one day, though he did repeat it). There are days I look at him and I’m amazed that he’s ours, that we get to watch him grow, to share this life with him. Days when the moment is so very sweet I want to rail at the heavens for not letting me capture it to bring out, in crystal clarity, on a day when I need it again. My memories will have to do.
He’s our treasure.
We love you Forrest. Always and forever. ~ Momma and Daddy