my world, my true

I’m beyond late on this update, but it’s possible that is because I’m in denial about the fact that my baby is TWO….and all over the place. He is so much fun, but also a lot of work right now. He KNOWS what he wants and definitely lets you know, no matter who you are. His demands are loud as are his protests.

He’s always loved playing rough with Daddy, but recently he’s taken that to a new level. His wrestling moves are getting intense, and, watch out world, he’s learned how to tackle. All the while growling his face off like a crazy possessed person, spouting off weird made-up stories about raccoon biting him, telling his toys not to eat him and insisting on popsicles and ice cream for every meal. All fruit must be served cold (including apples and bananas), and vegetables frozen. 

We just got back from a wedding in the mountains (which he was convinced was an extension of his birthday party…anywhere there is cake now is “Kna-Kna’s rawr party”) and Tarrell took him up to Grandfather mountain so he could “step on da big mountain.” He now loves talking about mountains and wants to go back ASAP. There was also a lake where we stayed and he played on the beach and went swimming there. We’re planning a trip to the beach for Labor Day, so I’m sure he’ll be in to that after seeing how much he loved the lake.

Dinosaurs are still ranking #1 in his world, but his grandparents are all tied for a close second. I’m pretty sure I could disappear from the face of the earth and as long as he was with one of them he wouldn’t notice…Daddy, on the other hand, that’s a different story. 

Something new he’s taken an odd interest in is all things safety. I assume it’s because I talk to him more about the things that can hurt him (probably because I feel he can understand them now) and perhaps he’s inherited his father’s worrisome spirit. He can’t get enough of talking about dangerous things and how they can hurt you. He’ll stare at a page in a book if it has fire, volcanoes, lightening or anything related to danger and ask a million times “was dat, mama?,” even after I’ve answered it over and over. He wants me to explain that it can hurt you, but then he gets scared so I explain that he won’t get hurt by it because Mommy will make sure. He seems to accept that answer for now. I hope we haven’t instilled some giant fear in him, but I’d like for him to have a healthy fear of things like pools, choking (he spits out an entire mouthful of food if we tell him he has too much in his mouth), cars (“cars hurt you, mama!” every time we’re in a parking lot - this one I’m totally okay with). He’s also started mentioning monsters in the dark. I have no idea where he learned this. I’ve never told him monsters were scary or in the dark, but he’ll pretend that his toys are scared of the dark because of the monsters. Is this just an instinctual learned behavior for all children?

All in all, he’s still such a sweetie. Super polite (always saying thank you - my favorite: “danku cookin dada”), lots of snuggles and hugs and kisses. He still loves his sister, (although at times he thinks he can rough-house with her like he does with Daddy) he is almost always super sweet and gentle with her. He’s just my favorite little guy in every single way, keeping me on my toes all day, every day.