Almost Three

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Dear Roman,
These last days of summer and last moments as a two year old are flying by faster than one of the rocket ships you dream about. You’re a boy with quite the imagination who thinks he is an astronaut super hero. You are all about bikes and scooters, legos and cars. You still love music, instruments and putting on concerts. You are fascinated with monsters, terrified of dinosaurs and have a soft spot for your pacifier and “tag” (blanket) when you sleep.

Shoes. A big boy puts his shoes on all by himself… but you’re still working on left and right so you walk around a lot with your shoes on the wrong feet. It looks pretty cute.

Tell me a story. You are still obsessed with stories. Morning stories, lunch stories, bedtime stories you could listen all day to make believe scenarios where you’re the super hero flying in a rocket to the moon.

You’ll say, “watch this Mom” and then you contort yourself into a position that’s a cross between a yoga, break dancing, acrobatics move. You’re totally serious about your moves and I clap and act like I’ve just been to a super show.

You genuinely care for “Baby Charlotte” as you call her. You talk to her as though she can talk back which usually prompts me to just answer for her in a baby voice. Slightly dysfunctional perhaps, but it totally works. you’ll hand Charlotte a toy to play with. You run past her while you’re playing then stop to kiss her forehead. You always say “good morning” to her and she loves you back. I watch her eyes light up when you enter a room. You entertain her and mesmerize her in every way. The two of you are going to make a good team i think.

The other morning we were all eating breakfast talking about what was and was not an “animal.”  Your dad was listing off various things (animals vs. reptiles, etc.) and you would say if they were or were not animals. You’d correct him about dogs and cats not being “animals” instead, “they are pets Daddy.” Then your Dad explained what a human was so the rest of the day you ran around yelling, “I’m a human.”

We had planned to potty train last week- boot camp style. no more diapers, only underwear. We even picked out a ton of super hero briefs, got a portable potty to use while out and then you got a stomach virus. A bad one. So we are putting training on hold until you get well.

You are all messed up with your sleeping since we switched to the big boy bed. We were concerned this was going to happen and sure enough you’re all about getting up over and over again at night. sometimes you can draw out your bedtime routine for hours as you continue to get out of bed after being tucked in. After a late night you’ll get up at the crack of dawn and stand at the top of the stairs yelling for us. These early wake up calls have your dad and i getting little sleep once again. Thanks buddy!

Even though we’re back to not sleeping, we’re dealing with your emotional roller coasters and exhausting ourselves with make believe play we wouldn’t trade it for anything. We love our little human.

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One Response to “Almost Three”

  1. Olivia Says:

    Wow I’m tired just reading all about his day! What a little cutie pie though!

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