We are now firmly ensconced in Two territory at our house which pretty much means we're living with a small person who's emotions can turn on a dime. Most days I feel like I'm walking on eggshells, tiptoeing around as to not upset his majesty. A frequent thought process of mine goes something like this: "Okay so he wants juice. He's happily playing at the moment so do I ask him which cup he wants and risk the chance of him flipping out asking for a cup he can't have? Or do I give him the green cup with the blue top and hope he doesn't take it, scream, and launch it at the dining room window?" Most days giving Theo food or beverage is not unlike being a member of the bomb squad, deciding between cutting the red or blue wire.
But this weekend. This past glorious weekend. Theo was a delight. He was joking, snuggling, laughing and running around like a crazy person. We had his two year well-visit Saturday morning and he's the picture of health. His lungs sounds great and, per usual, we got the comment, "Wow! He's as big as my three year old!" We know. We hear that all the time. He is 36 pounds, 38.75" tall and is estimated to be around 6'3" by the time he is eighteen. The doctor asked if he can put two words together yet and I laughed. He has between a 700-1000 word vocabulary and can speakin six-word sentences. He's in the upper 90th percentile across the board and we can thank Bryan for that as my 5'4" frame isn't the one winning any awards here. Theo didn't cry when he got his one vaccine, and instead was more interested in the nurse's name tag. We went out to breakfast afterward and had a truly enjoyable time--he ate well and had no fits about not being able to put the knives down his pants. Relief!
We heard "Mommy look at me! Look at me mom!" "Birds up there. In da sky, flying!" "Aw, ca-uuuuute squirrels outside inna tree!" "Kitty cat go night night. Aw, kitty sleeping!" "No tank you mom. No tank you."
I got my first unsolicited I Love You and it was like time stood still. I was crouched on the floor of his room, picking up all the pieces of his two Mr. Potato Heads when he came behind me, wrapped his arms around my back and laid his head on my shoulder. "Wuv you mom" he said as he gently patted my arm with is still-fat little hand. And as quickly as it happened, he was off again. "Kitty poop in there mom! Litter box kitty go POOP!"
Such is our life now. Always changing and unpredictable. Theo is learning so much every day it's hard to keep up. And honestly, most days I don't blame him for wigging out over something seemingly minuscule. His brain and body are exploding. I can only imagine it feels like PMS times ten and dude, I want to hurl a coffee cup at the wall some days, or melt in a puddle of tears over my cell phone dropping a call. But these ups and downs only help make the wonderfully ordinary weekend we all shared together as a family even more amazing. If I could, I would have bottled it to keep forever. Break in case of emergency.