Gabe is two-and-a-half and, you guys, TWO YEAR OLDS ARE AWESOME. (Most of the time.)
He can talk enough to be funny and express affection. And yes, he can also talk enough to make his needs known. Even when that means screaming, “MAMA! GET ME OUT OF BED!” when he should be napping. (Then I go in and he says, “I was yelling Mama.” I know, buddy. I heard.)
things I hope I never forget from this time:
(but I am going to blog about them in case I do):
- He’s incredibly affectionate and sweet. I was listening to a podcast and a mom said, “Little boys have really physical needs…” Yes! I thought. Gabe NEEDS tons of physical touch like hugs! The podcaster continued, “…They need to get outside and move around constantly.” Ooooh. Those kind of physical needs. Gabe gives and wants hugs and kisses all day long. And when he hugs us, it’s with an audible squeezing grunt to show us how hard he’s trying.
- My favorite things he says: “Mama pretty.” “Pretty dress.” “Mama cute.” This weekend, I tried on a purse and said, “What do you think, Gabe?” He replied, “Looking good!”
- He repeats the same thing a billion times, like “I not going to bed.” “Okay, Gabe” “I not going to bed.” 10 seconds later, “I not going to bed.” 10 seconds later, “I not going to bed.” 10 seconds later, “I not going to bed.” Et cetera. As if repeating it that will make it happen.
- Every night, I put him in his crib and this follows:
Me: “Okay, I’m leaving now.”
Gabe: “Don’t weave!”
Me: “I have to. You need to fall asleep on your own. I promise I’ll come back if you’re really sad.”
Gabe (with a shrug, not crying at all): “Okay. I crying.”
My child threatens to cry at bedtime. He knows I am a sucker for him.
- When I asked him if he ever wants to have a sibling (well, I called it a baby), he said he wants a kitty. Smart kid.
- Obsessed with the alphabet. Can recognize half of the alphabet but not colors. Will be able to spell red before he knows the color. Wants to “Play ABDs” all the time with his alphabet letters.
- Loves food. Like, a lot. Big time snacker and eater. Still not picky yet. Chose to get three boxes of granola bars when he had a gift card to Toys R Us. Will eat two bowls of oatmeal and still mooch off of his parents’ food. Likes spicy food now. Also: donuts. Duh.
- Incredibly disinterested in potty training. Actually, actively terrified of the idea. He will, however, flush the toilet for you if you need at toilet flusher. ‘Cause that part is cool.
- He makes me realize what I say. I had no idea how often I say, “Oh my gosh!” “Ooooh dear,” “Freaking awesome,” or “Looking good!” until he started saying all of those things all of the time. “How did he learn to say that!?” I wonder. And then five minutes later I say, “Looking good!” Oh. It’s me.
- His favorite place in our apartment is hanging out in our bed (“Daddy’s bed”). He likes to get all of his stuffed animals (including this giant thing) and whatever little toys he currently loves (right now it’s a horse from his Little People Nativity and a turtle baby toy that he rediscovered when I was cleaning) and transfers them from his crib to our bed. Then he gets in bed, pulls our comforter over himself, and makes all of his toys talk to each other. Every night, he takes all of his toys one by one back to his crib.
- Mike sent me a video of him asking Gabe, “Do you like Daddy?” Gabe yelled, “I like MAMA!” I really do feel like we have a special relationship. He comes to me for cuddling and comforting. I love it. Jennie wrote about it better than I ever could, so I’m just going to say: read this.
- He gets hooked on one book for about three weeks. Past choices have included The Lorax, The Snowy Blowy Christmas (weird book), a custom Elmo book, and any Little Pookie book. We love to read What’s Wrong, Little Pookie? with Gabe doing all the Little Pookie parts.
As for me, I am loving this stage. I tell Gabe all the time, “Thanks for making me a Mama; I love you.” I feel so lucky. We’re starting to get glimpses of when parenting gets harder and I’m a little scared of it, but for now? Most days are filled with lots of laughter, a little frustration and whining (usually Gabe, but not always), and plenty of love.
still has dimples on his elbows and knuckles.
thinks he can pour cereal himself… :)
says winter is his favorite season and still rocks his Christmas pajamas.
and his daddy.