My little boy is not so little anymore.
I'd like to introduce you to Mr. Independent!
So sweet, so intelligent, so playful, so loving.
But, he'll be three in June, right?
So that means that he is in the throws of the "terrible twos."
I know that he is at a point right now where he is in a struggle--
a tug-of-war between his emotions and how to express them.
For instance- last week when I took Ella to the pediatrician,
he of course didn't want to be there and was pouting the whole way.
All the nice women that work there would say to him,
"Aren't you handsome!"
"My, what a BIG boy you are!"
"What a good brother you are to your sister!"
"Hey, I like your sweatshirt!"
And what did my formerly polite and kind boy say?
"DON'T YOU TALK TO ME!"
(pointing his finger meanly and then crossing his arms and huffing.)
I think you could actually hear my chin hit the floor.
This is a trying age.
But, at the same time,
I watch him with Ella.
He hugs her, holds her, kisses her,
brings her binkies, lovies, dollies,
says "'night 'night baby sister. Love you."
Sweet and hard at the same time.
It is a true wonder to see.
I can't believe that he is potty-trained,
that the binkies are almost a thing of the past,
that he can put on his underwear by himself,
that he doesn't want any help to climb up the steps to the house,
that he sits and reads stories to himself,
that he sets the table for me,
that he knows his left and right,
that he counts to 20 in English (and ten in Spanish),
and that he can sing every silly song my Mom ever taught me.
I also can't believe that I am getting ready to register
him for pre-school in the Fall.
I just can't wrap my arms around that yet.
Good thing I have all Spring and Summer
to squeeze him,
tickle his toes,