We’ve officially hit the most precious toddler stage in the world. He’s full of hugs and kisses and snuggles, and if he ever hears any one of us say ouch, he’s quick to kiss boo-boos. He doesn’t say too much, but he can say uh-oh, momma, dada, yuck, bye-bye, and night-night when he really wants to, but only when he wants to. He loves dogs and tractors, especially a Deere, and there are few things he loves more than sitting down and having a book read to him. He loves his big book about animals, and his mooing and oinking always makes me grin.
He loves his sister and wants to follow her everywhere and do everything she does. She’s always been his favorite. He loves his toy trucks, but he’d rather play with Lil’s My Little Ponies even more, maybe because he knows it drives her crazy. He loves shoes, and the first thing Lily does in the morning is turn the light on in the walk-in closet so he can ramble through everybody’s shoes. He puts on Tim’s or mine, and he marches through the house. You can hear him coming from a mile away.
He’s eating more than ever these days. He loves corn above all else, and he loves beans and meat, too. A bag of potato chips will stop him dead in his tracks, but we’ve got to watch him with those because he thinks he can swallow them whole. He eats popcorn and pickles and he likes popsicles, too. Anything sister has is really what he wants most.
He’s curious and adventurous, but oh-so shy around strangers or people he doesn’t see often. He warms up quickly, though, and he flashes that devilish little grin often. He’s made it to the point where he just wants to run from me, and he doesn’t understand that we should be holding hands. If I try to stop him, he’ll throw himself to the ground in an instant. He’s full of drama, and he has a hard time when he’s not getting his way. He’s sensitive and soft in a way that I never would have expected from such a rough and tumble little fella.
He claps and waves bye and he loves to blow kisses. He stacks blocks and knocks them over, and he’s quite the climber. He loves wandering around outside, and Daddy’s tractor or Blazer are amongst his favorite things. He doesn’t like pools or lakes or oceans, but he loves baths.
He’s an adventure that I never could have imagined having, and I couldn’t love that snuggly, dirty little boy more.