Pictures of the birthday boy have to wait until I finish designing his Thank You card. But I promise you, his 2 year photo shoot was ADORABLE, if exhausting for Mama and Pop.
This is from the recent newborn shoot I did for friends’ of ours who recently welcomed their second child. I am super excited to have some baby feet who belong to a girl around here. I am surrounded by blue. It gives me hope that if the husband and I ever lose our minds and decide that we would better off as a family of four, maybe there really is a 50/50 shot we’ll get some pink in our life too.
There is always that fear though that we’ll end up with one of each at the same delivery, and a family of five just doesn’t have the same ring to it. Twins run in both our families. Three may be an only child.
ANYWAY, Three turned two on Monday. Birthdays still don’t quite register with him. But I am very excited to report that he gets the whole present thing now. We didn’t wrap his gift (yes I bought it at Walmart, the husband is not happy, but it was $30 cheaper than anywhere else, and has actually gone up in price since I bought it) from us, because I figured it was way more fun out of the box and trying to put it together while he eagerly tried to play with pieces didn’t seem like a good time. My mom though, she wrapped the gifts my parents got for him. Many, many, gifts, despite having told me that they were not going to go nuts for his birthday since we had just gone to Disney World. Grandparents, I tell ya. ANYWAY, they came over for cake and presents Monday evening. The Husband had to help Three unwrap the first one (a set of Thomas the Tank Engine books) but after that, Three was ALL over it. Ripping wrapping paper and pulling toys and tissue paper out of gift bags like a pro.
The best part of the whole thing to me was watching how excited he was over everything. He had to play with everything for a couple minutes before he could be persuaded to move on to the next present (anyone coming to his party on Sunday, be warned, the gift opening may take a while). And all of the presents were just so exciting. Even the clothes he got resulted in squeals of joy. And it makes me sad that he is not going to be this easy to please for all that much longer in the grand scheme of things. Pretty soon we’ll decide what he is getting as his gift from a list of things he wants, rather than watching what he plays with when he visits his older friends. And when he gets it, I am sure he’ll be excited, but it won’t be the same.
I am thankful that Three is a happy, healthy, normal two (although if you ask him how old he is he’ll tell you Three - so eager to grow up he is) year old. I am glad that he spent the better part of this year reflux free, although I will confess that 99% of the time when he burps I still flinch and wish I hadn’t packed away all the burp cloths. It makes me smile watching him become a little boy. I hope he always manages to have fun doing mundane things.
And Babycenter.com? Sending me an email about my “Preschooler” while he was napping on his birthday? Not cool! Mama is not ready for that!
We went to Disney on the 15th for a week. And then we came home, and real life resumed, which meant that aprox 48 hours after we got home, the husband got on a plane (”in da sky!”).
The husband is in Colorado this week and because of conflicting schedules I haven’t really spoken to him much. He’s working the ‘late’ shift on his show, and I have the ‘early’ shift with the toddler so we haven’t really been awake during each others free time.
Monday he was able to call before he started work. Three and I had already had a busy morning of errand running and I was in the process of putting away laundry. In to Three’s room I go, laundry in hand, husband on the phone while Three plays contentedly in the living room. I am in his bedroom for 5 minutes, tops. I walk out of the room laundry happily in its place and the door to our apartment is open. As is the outside door. And the toddler is not where I left him.
The next 60 seconds or so feel like an eternity. I tell the husband I don’t know where Three is, and I don’t really think he understands that at that moment, I didn’t know where the child was. I ran outside and he was no where to be found. I hang up on the husband. Shout to our neighbors across the way who were sitting outside and they hadn’t seen him either. And that’s when in my head I see an image of the bathroom door closed. I run back into the apartment open the bathroom door, and there is Three, giggling away.
He is so grounded.
The deadbolt in my new best friend.
We are just going to ignore that I haven’t posted since like March, k?
Three’s vocabulary is growing in leaps and bounds. Frankly the breakthrough (somewhat guiltily) came by allowing him to watch too much TV. After watching Finding Nemo during the big storms this February, he became obsessed with it. Which left him begging for “ish” and the other words just followed. He was calling the husband ‘Pop’ within hours. He discovered truck, car, plane, and bus. I never knew a bus could be so freaking exciting until he learned to spot and say BUS!!!! It is always said with a minimum of 3 exclamation points, sometimes as many as 8. It has been absolutely fascinating to see happen. Since the first major breakthrough he has been adding 2 words or more a week.
Three continues to be a pretty easy going and happy kid. He generally goes along with whatever you want to him to do, although sometimes there is a small protest that must happen first. These protests are strongest around nap time. If Three were to ever go down for nap without screaming for 5 minutes before lying down I would think someone had abducted my child. He can be falling asleep in his lunch but once he spots the crib he is suddenly back to being fully awake. But Mama knows better!
About a week and a half ago on one of the weekdays that I don’t work, I put a protesting Three down for a nap. Nothing unusual about that. He woke up close to 3 hours later which was a little odd, he usually naps an hour, maybe 2. When he woke up, he was in a bit of a mood. Which I always have found to be unfair. Children should not be allowed to wake up from a nap in a worse mood then they were in when they went down for the nap.
The husband happened to be home that day. I think we were planning on going out to Starbucks for a snack (sidenote: Starbucks Double Chocolate Chip non fat no whip frappacino = heaven. And yes, I am so one of those people know who orders some obnoxious drink. I am not proud, but I am yuppie). Generally Three is totally into this plan as he LOVES Starbucks, especially their pumpkin bread. The child claps when we pull into the parking lot, and cries when we pass it by (additional sidenote: we may possibly go there WAY too often). So on this particular Thursday afternoon at the beginning of June, we figured a promised trip to ‘bucks’ as Three calls it for ‘bread’ would improve his mood dramatically.
Husband: Three, you want to go to ‘bucks and get some bread?
Three: NO!
And that is when our world as we knew it came to an end. Up to that point, Three had been an avid user of the word yes, adding to our description of him as easy going. But in that moment, the terrible two’s arrived just over 2 months early.
Someone hold me.
Pretty Pretty Picture, Three | Rockess | 
August 11, 2010 12:52 pm | 
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