I month, 2 days, and several hours ago my darling son turned two!! I know, right?! Shouldn’t he be, like, five by now? These years have crept by, and as I was sorting through his newborn clothes the other day I found it almost unfathomable that he was ever the 6 lb baby I first set eyes on.
Navigating life with a growing child has been challenging to say the least. We still lose sleep many nights, there are tantrums, struggles with picky eating, and an ever evolving routine making it hard to find our daily groove. He is taking in information at an incredible speed and I can see the frustration mount as his skill level attempts to catch up with this brain. It’s difficult to find the balance between making his life easier and letting him try and fail at his own pace.
And yet, (yup, I’m going there with the cliches) raising Roman has been the best experience of my life thus far. For every “no Mama, no no no” [finger wag included] there are more joyful squeals of “Mama, this!” as he shows me something fascinating. For every punch or kick there are hours of snuggles, hugs, kisses, and “massages” (if you have never seen a toddler give a gentle back massage just know it’s one of the most hilarious things). I adore him, plain and simple, he’s an awesome dude to be around.
As a charming and confident guy he has been known to break into dance when you least expect it. Sometimes it’s a Happy Food dance standing up on a chair at the kitchen table with toast in his hand, sometimes it’s a Found a Toy dance when he spots one of his favorite cars wedged in some precarious place, but often it’s a Just Feel the Need to Dance dance when he’s in a grocery store, sitting in his car seat, or wandering around the house. It makes us laugh, and I can’t help but dance too.
I mentioned his car toys? This kid is OBSESSED with vehicles! It started with the movie Cars 3 [on Netflix although I could recite it for you if you’d rather]. He thinks Lightning McQueen is the shit, although I’m pleased that he appreciates some of the lesser known roles. He likes to take his toy Cars with us when traveling and often demands us to find Miss Fritter, Taco, or Bobby Swift. While on the road with the chosen toy he loves to look out the window and announce every time he sees a truck or a bus. He says, “Mama beep beep bus! Dada beep beep bus!” until we say “OMG! YOU SAW A BUS?! THAT’S SO COOL.” (sub “beep beep bus” for “truck” or “dump truck” as warranted). He’s got us well trained (no vehicle pun intended). Recently we visited a pumpkin patch and his passion has grown to include tractors. Of course his favorite book is currently Little Blue Truck’s Halloween by Alice Schertle.
A few other highlights from year 2:
Words! His vocabulary is growing all the time and it’s exciting to identify what he is saying, especially when he gives us an emphatic “YEAH!” when we correctly understand what he’s saying. Example:
Roman: Bye duh pon!
Us: You see a truck?
Us: Bye bus?
Us: Uhh…bye duck pond?
Making friends. He has great social skills for a youngster and doesn’t seem to be shy meeting other kids. It fills my heart to watch him interact with the world so confidently.
He is starting to say goodbye to his daycare friends and teachers by name, which doesn’t sound huge but seems like a big step and ties back to those social skillz!
Potty! He was naked after a shower one day and yelled at us from another room “peepee! I peepee!” so Troy and I came running (unsure of what that meant), and were so impressed to find he had used his potty by himself! He now uses the potty with a 95% success rate when he’s got no diaper or pants on. I’m still in awe of the fact that he’s practically potty training himself. I was so worried about it too!
He will come up to me and say “Mama! baby!” which is my cue to hold him horizontally in my arms like he’s a little baby.
He likes to tickle Troy’s cheeks/beard and make a silly gurgling noise. It’s so funny and we have no idea where he got it from.
There are so many more hilarious and strange things he does, but I’m getting to the point where I need to wrap things up or risk not posting this anytime soon.
Roman is quirky, silly, curious, intelligent, dramatic, confident and good (as in a decent human being, not obedient). He’s like salt. He’s enhanced our life to the utmost, although he can be a bit much at times. Our lives were bland without him. I’m so glad he was born.