Where do I begin? It's been so long since I did one of these posts. The reason? You've become a tad too complicated to sum up in one post. You are bright, you are loud, you are fast, you are compassionate, you are hilarious. You make me laugh and you drive me crazy. Oh yes, we officially entered the difficult part of our parent child relationship months ago. A typical scenario: I ask you not to do something. You get this special flicker in your eyes and do it 5 more times in quick succession. I drive my fingers into my hair, pull in an upward motion while gritting my teeth (and I believe steam comes out of my ears).
But I'm sure it's just the terrible 2's so it will end in 3 weeks 5 days and 23 hours, right?
Your current and past favorite activity is taking nature walks. Most days we walk along the forested parts of the park near our apartment where you run around thoughtfully collecting dozens of branches and pebbles. You stuff them into every possible part of the stroller until they are falling out, leaving a trail of sticks behind us. You collect acorns, watch squirrels and study bugs.
You are extremely verbose and often tell us stories that are so complicated, it leaves us scratching our heads wondering if you are not channeling a past life. You love to play with other children and share your toys. And you love to treat every surface like a trampoline.
Every day I wonder who you will become and what your mission in life will be. Considering you are the ripe old age of almost three it's hard to tell. But one thing is for sure, one mission is to make me a better person. No one besides your papa knows me like you do. And no one is so quick to advise me on my short comings.
You: You should stop blaming papa for things. I really hate it when you blame him for things. It's ugly when you blame him.
Me: Wow. Wow. You're right, but sometimes when he blames me for things I just feel all defensive. What should I do when he blames me for something?"
You: Just be nice.
As in, turn the other cheek? As in, the hardest thing on earth for me to do? I get it. Well thank you, little man. You may not be able to cross the street on your own yet but you just might be the wisest person in our family. With Alexandria's running a close second of course...
