It happened... another year went by.... excuse me, FLEW BY.
TWO.
I can't believe all things you do.
If you can get a stool or chair in your hands... the capabilities of destruction are endless! And what did Grandma Nelson get you for your birthday? A stool of your very own. Thanks grandma and know there are repercussions for your actions :)
You are naughty. Yep. No doubt. You're two and TOTALLY can't help it... right? RIGHT? (Just checking).
Driver's training. Somewhere between 23 and 24 months you learned to steer. This has opened a whole new door to a life with a power wheel. Though I will admit, you do need a little redirection at times and reminder not to just drive off the curb... You have also taken more interest in riding toys. Most of the time I can find you moving your little feet behind your big brother on his bike. I am convinced if they made any trike/bike small enough for you to pedal you would take right off. I even catch you trying to figure out how to move the scooter while maneuvering your blanket off the side and keeping balance. You are our daredevil and we know your older brother was much too kind to us. We aren't ready, but here we go.
Your blanket and plug go everywhere with you. I am not ready for you to give up either and we are not making any attempts to try. We tried and tried with your brother and he finally gave up his plug with little effort at age 3 and he still sleeps with his blanket at almost 5. We all have your parenting pointers, tips, advice, and doctors opinion. My motto---"if it's not broken, don't fix it."
You are picky eater. Picky eating started earlier for you than your brother. You especially don't like tacos, pineapples, unpeeled apples, and sandwiches. I know if we only supplied fruit snacks and bananas at this house, you wouldn't complain a bit at meal times.
Talking. I was convinced you were going to be a chatter box when you started talking earlier on than your brother... But seems you have taken a curve and dip in the road and decided to talking is not a priority. You do a good job pointing and getting your point made that "getting by" is the route you have taken. You keep it short, sweet and to the point.
I have no idea how much you weigh, how tall you are. I guessing your weight is about 28-30lbs. We have doctors appointment at the end of the month. You have definitely grown. You are almost 2 shoe sizes bigger than your brother was at this age. Since you are part Nelson don't expect to be tall. Short and stalky is what runs in that line of genetics. You still wear 18-24 months pants and some 2 T bottoms fit and 2/3T tops.
Patience doesn't exist; it just doesn't. Melt downs happen, everyday, several times a day. "What are you telling me I can not have another pack of fruit snacks?" MELT DOWN. Full fledged fall to the ground---arms out, legs kicking. This is the point I pretty much am probably the suckiest mom at all time in the life of 2 year old. No fruit snacks? What? Call CPS.
"Time out". It's one of the most said phrases in our house. No need to elaborate.
Sleeping has been chaotic for you in the last month. It's no longer 8/8:30 tuck me into bed and say goodnight. NOPE. Those days are OVER. It's more of 8:30 bed time, followed by a lengthy time of jumping in your crib, talking to yourself or screeching in demand that you are indeed not ready for bed. 3 am has become a pretty regular---wonder what mom and dad are up to several nights (rather mornings) a week. Oh and I totally think you get the early morning memos that I get up at 4:30/5:00 to edit and think, "this is a good time to wake up." And then there are days like today... You slept until 11:30! 11:30 is worth retyping. WOW. I don't think I have even ever slept in to 11:30 even after a night of partying in college. Jealous. Oh and while you were sleeping I took about a bazillion photos of you sleeping, I am obsessed with be able to get shots of your not moving.
Speaking of photos. The two photo attempts we did last week for 2 year portraits that flopped and flopped was brutal on your Momma. You know your Momma is a photographer and this was not cool. But then again you are two---and this probably was pretty cool. Anyways, we are done with attempts! The photographer for our family sessions snagged enough cute shots of you alone we are not attempting again. You win.
Birthday---back to your birthday. It was a little up and down. Turns out the age of TWO really shown through when we visited Lark Toy store. Naughty is the nicest way to describe our time there that ended much more prematurely than I planned---but you were running the show after all. You did love the rainbow sherbet you shared with me.... but SCREAMED while riding the carousel. I guess we both found out you don't like that ride.
Presents. Back at home you played with a bunch of new trucks Harrison picked out for you. Mommy and daddy bought you a trampoline. You love to jump. In fact you jump off/on to about anything in the house with the help of stools, pillows and your big brother.
Cake. You loved your cake. Cake is the best. I don't think you cared what was on it, you just wanted to dig into the frosting. I barely caught a photo of the cake without a finger tip diving into the frosting. I must however admit from a photographer's stand point I am disappointed with "blowing out the cake" shots. Turns out, when we turned out the lights you must have gotten frighten from the darkness that you wanted nothing to do with blowing on the candles on the cake. :( But you were right there to lick the frosting off of the candles.
Life is full of ups and downs, craziness, firsts, lasts and everything in between.
I hope you are enjoying life as much as we are baby boy! Happy 2nd birthday my Miles.
TWO.
I can't believe all things you do.
If you can get a stool or chair in your hands... the capabilities of destruction are endless! And what did Grandma Nelson get you for your birthday? A stool of your very own. Thanks grandma and know there are repercussions for your actions :)
You are naughty. Yep. No doubt. You're two and TOTALLY can't help it... right? RIGHT? (Just checking).
Driver's training. Somewhere between 23 and 24 months you learned to steer. This has opened a whole new door to a life with a power wheel. Though I will admit, you do need a little redirection at times and reminder not to just drive off the curb... You have also taken more interest in riding toys. Most of the time I can find you moving your little feet behind your big brother on his bike. I am convinced if they made any trike/bike small enough for you to pedal you would take right off. I even catch you trying to figure out how to move the scooter while maneuvering your blanket off the side and keeping balance. You are our daredevil and we know your older brother was much too kind to us. We aren't ready, but here we go.
Your blanket and plug go everywhere with you. I am not ready for you to give up either and we are not making any attempts to try. We tried and tried with your brother and he finally gave up his plug with little effort at age 3 and he still sleeps with his blanket at almost 5. We all have your parenting pointers, tips, advice, and doctors opinion. My motto---"if it's not broken, don't fix it."
You are picky eater. Picky eating started earlier for you than your brother. You especially don't like tacos, pineapples, unpeeled apples, and sandwiches. I know if we only supplied fruit snacks and bananas at this house, you wouldn't complain a bit at meal times.
Talking. I was convinced you were going to be a chatter box when you started talking earlier on than your brother... But seems you have taken a curve and dip in the road and decided to talking is not a priority. You do a good job pointing and getting your point made that "getting by" is the route you have taken. You keep it short, sweet and to the point.
I have no idea how much you weigh, how tall you are. I guessing your weight is about 28-30lbs. We have doctors appointment at the end of the month. You have definitely grown. You are almost 2 shoe sizes bigger than your brother was at this age. Since you are part Nelson don't expect to be tall. Short and stalky is what runs in that line of genetics. You still wear 18-24 months pants and some 2 T bottoms fit and 2/3T tops.
Patience doesn't exist; it just doesn't. Melt downs happen, everyday, several times a day. "What are you telling me I can not have another pack of fruit snacks?" MELT DOWN. Full fledged fall to the ground---arms out, legs kicking. This is the point I pretty much am probably the suckiest mom at all time in the life of 2 year old. No fruit snacks? What? Call CPS.
"Time out". It's one of the most said phrases in our house. No need to elaborate.
Sleeping has been chaotic for you in the last month. It's no longer 8/8:30 tuck me into bed and say goodnight. NOPE. Those days are OVER. It's more of 8:30 bed time, followed by a lengthy time of jumping in your crib, talking to yourself or screeching in demand that you are indeed not ready for bed. 3 am has become a pretty regular---wonder what mom and dad are up to several nights (rather mornings) a week. Oh and I totally think you get the early morning memos that I get up at 4:30/5:00 to edit and think, "this is a good time to wake up." And then there are days like today... You slept until 11:30! 11:30 is worth retyping. WOW. I don't think I have even ever slept in to 11:30 even after a night of partying in college. Jealous. Oh and while you were sleeping I took about a bazillion photos of you sleeping, I am obsessed with be able to get shots of your not moving.
Speaking of photos. The two photo attempts we did last week for 2 year portraits that flopped and flopped was brutal on your Momma. You know your Momma is a photographer and this was not cool. But then again you are two---and this probably was pretty cool. Anyways, we are done with attempts! The photographer for our family sessions snagged enough cute shots of you alone we are not attempting again. You win.
Birthday---back to your birthday. It was a little up and down. Turns out the age of TWO really shown through when we visited Lark Toy store. Naughty is the nicest way to describe our time there that ended much more prematurely than I planned---but you were running the show after all. You did love the rainbow sherbet you shared with me.... but SCREAMED while riding the carousel. I guess we both found out you don't like that ride.
Presents. Back at home you played with a bunch of new trucks Harrison picked out for you. Mommy and daddy bought you a trampoline. You love to jump. In fact you jump off/on to about anything in the house with the help of stools, pillows and your big brother.
Cake. You loved your cake. Cake is the best. I don't think you cared what was on it, you just wanted to dig into the frosting. I barely caught a photo of the cake without a finger tip diving into the frosting. I must however admit from a photographer's stand point I am disappointed with "blowing out the cake" shots. Turns out, when we turned out the lights you must have gotten frighten from the darkness that you wanted nothing to do with blowing on the candles on the cake. :( But you were right there to lick the frosting off of the candles.
Life is full of ups and downs, craziness, firsts, lasts and everything in between.
I hope you are enjoying life as much as we are baby boy! Happy 2nd birthday my Miles.
