Weekend

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.

Comments

[Ariel]

My six year old daughter is 46 lbs:)
I thought two was a perfectly delicious and damned difficult age (as I've thought about ALL ages as they've come and gone.) And the "I Love You's" NEVER stop making my heart beat faster. This parenting gig and its ability to rip your heart a million ways (good and bad) never ceases to amaze me...

[Pocklock]

Great post. I'm laughing through tears. Love you!

[Sarah Lena]

I hope you know that we are forever sisters because of our boys. I know they're some months apart in age, but I read your updates and I think, "Yeah. Me too."

They're so amazing, those boys. Our boys.

[bessie.viola]

Oh, I love this. He is SO sweet... did I tell you yet that Maddie likes to carry around your Christmas card? She does. It's still on the fridge. :)

I love, love, love this age. You said it perfectly: let's bottle it.

[Equipoise]

I loved this post! It's so true that parents of toddlers live on a constant roller coaster. The lows can be trying, but the highs, more often than not, are worth waiting for. Theo is adorable! The unsolicited "I Love You's" have to be the most rewarding moments of parenthood (along with the unsolicited hugs and kisses). Glad you had such a memorable weekend. :)

[rougeneck]

I got a little melty at the "wuv you mom" part. There may have been a tear.

[kristin c.]

I wuv you?!?!? 6'3"???!! 700-1000?!?!?!?

Elkey is in the 5th percentile for weight.

Little E and Big T!

[Michelle]

Glad to know the emotions aren't just my kid. It is like a roller coaster some days. I love the "wuv you mom." So sweet.

[Casey]

That is one smart boy you got there! My 18 month old is just starting to talk again, he talked up until 1 and then started grunting lol no words, just grunts. The first time your kid says I love you is the best!

[Jen]

You are so right- it's tough to remember that they are changing so fast because of HORMONES and duh, we get cranky and cantankerous over hormones too! The walking on eggshells explains it perfectly. It's insanity. But the 'Wuv you mom's totally make up for it ;)

[renaissance costume]

oh... isn't he the cutest thing? :) You have a gifted child.. That's something.. and oh.. 6'3 when he turns 18? He must consider a basketball career.. :) Good luck and may you always have a good time.. God Bless! :)

[Sarah]

That is quite an impressive vocabulary! And holy cow, my four and a half year old weighs 38 pounds. Go Theo! Someone's eating his Wheaties... :)
Love the comparison to parenting a toddler as being on a bomb squad. Heh. Very apt.
Also like the PMS analogy. Again, spot on. They should hand that kind of info out at every kid's two year check up. "This year, expect your child to behave like you do the day before your period... Every single day. Except they will actually DO the things you only angrily WISH you could do."

[ambien]

I'm so tired this weekend ...

[Frank Boody]

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