I now have a two-year-old, since Saturday, April 26. Hard to believe that two years have gone by and at the same time it seems like it's been a long two years. So much has happened in terms of his growth and changes with him, it's amazing. At his birthday party watching him get worked into a frenzy by the excitement and commotion I was hit by the realization of just how fleeting it all is and there'll be a time when I'm arguing with him over some teenage thing. A cousin was there with her thirteen-year-old and dh's sister with her four-month-old and it suddenly seemed like one big loop or something like that. I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, just that it seems so hard to appreciate him for exactly who is at a given moment and not be yearning for him to get past a stage or problem, learn to speak more clearly, be able to be more patient, etc.
He's as curious and active and prone to trouble as Curious George the monkey, his current obsession is scribbling on anything and everything with markers, his speech is now dominated by 'mine' and 'my _____', he's affectionate to the point of being downright amorous, he's playing nicely (most of the time) with other kids or anyway in their company), he loves pushing his stroller, not riding in it, loves to "nurt" (nurse) still and I can't imagine him being any less passionate about it, loves to be naked, is experimenting with sitting on the toilet, loves to try to take off and put on his clothing, very forthright and extroverted (leans out the window saying 'hi' to people on the street.) I mean, he's a two-year-old!
That was my appreciation of him, as he is today.