My little two-year-old boy is almost a three-year-old boy. And its a funny thing about parenting; so many things change and develop so slowly and incrementally right under your nose that you almost don't notice that they are different. For example, the Little Dude's new favourite thing is, well, favourites. Green, for example, is his favourite colour. I'm not sure if this is because most of his favourite tractor toys are green, or if its just the colour that rings his bells. Who can say. But he tells me quite often that it is his favourite. Unless we are talking popsicles, and then his favourite colour is orange. And he will distinguish between the two, as in "Green is my favourite colour and orange is my favourite popsicle. I get told this several times a day. And it is often illustrated for me as well. You know, when your child is not yet born you hope many things for it, that it will be healthy and happy, and in my case, that it will enjoy sorting things. Preferably by colour. You can see how my dreams have all come true.
And he did it all by himself. And of course, told me that this was his favourite popsicle colour. Just in case I didn't know. Hint, hint.
And the conversation with this kid gets better and better. I find that I'm lingering over his bed tim tuck-in these days, just to hear him tell me things about his day (how he got to spray with the garden hose), or his plans for tomorrow (usually involving tractors), or what he's going to dream about tonight (the Schomberg Fair).
After dinner this evening, at his request, Hubs picked him up, and I held the Baby and we all did spins together (don't worry, I spun very slowly with the Baby) Things quickly progressed to chasing and being chased and being attacked by a tickle monster (Hubs) and saved (by me) and it was all hilarious and full of high pitched near hysteria and laughing so hard your sides hurt. Finally we were all lying on the floor, panting and giggling and the Little Dude declared "I'm Pooped!" (a saying which he has just learned and uses with great relish) Hubs said "Ok, lets go and brush our teeth and get ready for bed." "Yeah," agreed L.D. with a weary sigh, "I'm tired. From all that laughing and spinning and catching people."
Indeed. All in a day's work when you are two, soon-to-be three.
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