Two
January 2, 2011
This post is a few days late (but I did at least spend that time playing with the boys, so that counts for something, right?)
My baby boy is two years old now. Two. Where did that time go? He is wonderful, amazing, and challenging in ways I could never have expected. Parker is in many ways a polar opposite to Xander which often keeps us on our toes. He’s a good sleeper – the transition from crib to bed was a little tough, but we all sleep pretty well these days. He loves stuffed animals and in particular his “guys” (thanks Matt & Abby for the original ‘snuggle doggie’ who still goes with us everywhere). He drinks mostly milk and uses his guys, a binky and milk to soothe just about any stressful situation. The past three months he has been ‘mama’s boy’ to the point where Zach can’t really help with much to do with Parker, because when I’m around no one else is an acceptable substitute. When our little family is at home, he’s fine. When we’re visiting friends or relatives, I have a child in my arms at all times. I love the cuddles, but it’ll be nice to be able to eat with two hands again someday.
I won’t have measurements for a few more days, but I can list current likes and dislikes:
Likes:
- anything electronic. In particular, the iPad which he can run with ease.
- Horton Hears a Who (favorite movie to watch bits and pieces and preferably not in constitutive order)
- stuffed animals
- his “guys”
- Animals in general
- Xander (when they aren’t fighting over a toy)
- broccoli
- noodles
- milk
- Mom
- Reeghan (cousin)
Dislikes:
- Rubbery feeling things (balls, toys, etc.)
- Holding someone’s hand in a parking lot – he would much rather run at his own pace, which we won’t allow him to do
- Giving up his binky
- Sharing
- Building things (he much prefers to knock them down – I assume he has the ability to stack 6 blocks by now, but I’ve never seen him do it…)
- Being told ‘no’
Parker seems like a pretty typical 2-year-old. He desperately wants independence (“me do it”) but isn’t quite ready to let go yet. He isn’t interested in sharing and while he exhibits love and tenderness at times, he doesn’t yet have empathy to sympathize and share. I’m sure that will come in time. We love the little Squeaky boy who thankfully has stopped screeching so much now that he has more words. His memory and ability to repeat things continues to impress me. I love that little boy more than I can adequately express and he is growing up faster than I am ready for. Hopefully year two is just as or even more fun than year one.
