My Toddler
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Mack turned 2 on July 11th. I look at this blog and I’m stunned at how little time and energy I’ve been able to devote to it. Having a toddler in the house can certainly suck up both of those valuable commodities – time and energy. But what a worthwhile investment.
My little dude never ceases to amaze me. He’s speaking in whole sentences now. He’s wild and loud and energetic and imaginative. He sees things I miss every day. He reminds me to stop and to dance and howl at the moon. He reminds me that simple things like sentences and peeing on the ‘big boy potty’ are huge achievements and not to be taken lightly. He takes pleasure in new sounds and smells and tastes and sights. And, lucky me, he takes me along for all of those rides. He notices every airplane and bird and ant. Someone taught him the word wheelbarrow and it wasnt me. Or Laura. Or anyone we’ve interrogated. He’s intrigued by belly buttons. And no one says the words jelly and bean quite as perfectly as he does. Mack’s got the perfect gap right between his front teeth and a smile so bright and open it melts everyone around him. He knows football and baseball and golf and hockey and he hounds us for a glimpse of any or all of the above. He likes his bike and his scooter and knows he has to wear his helmut to like them enough to move them. He falls asleep almost every night precisely at 7. He wakes up every day almost precisely at 7. He calls for his moms the second he opens his eyes. The wheels on the bus go round and round and his little arms crank those wheels in the cutest way. He’s an acrobat, a warrior, a ninja, a runner, a jumper, a yeller, a cuddle monster. He’s my boy. He’s 2. He’s home now. I have to go.