My 2 Year old son, Fletcher, makes my heart happy. I see him learning more and more every single day. He is becoming quite the talker too. I wanted to list all of my favorite things about him because he has been on my mind a lot.
I love that he goes and grabs a cleaning cloth when he spills something on the floor or table.
I love how he runs to his brother every time he cries and tries to make him stop with kisses and hugs.
I love that he falls asleep while I read him “The Tiny Seed” for his nap, every single day, by the third from last page.
I love that he comes up to me, his brother, and his Daddy and says “I Love You” for no good reason.
I love that he now shakes our hands and says “nice to meet you” which sounds like “dee doo.”
I love how he lines up all of his toys in a row and tells them to “go.”
I love (and hate) that he only counts by saying “boo, ba, boo, ba” even though I know darn well he knows the numbers.
I love that he knows so many colors and shapes and finds them everywhere in everyday life, like the triangle on the floor, the oval on a paper, or the rectangle of the door.
I love that he can find the smallest thing, far away, and point it out. Like a penguin on a Xmas sweater in a store, and then say “wah wah” for what the penguin says.
I love his independent spirit even though it can be challenging.
I love that he still wants to place his hand in my cleavage for comfort, only when he really needs it, as a remnant of our nursing days.
I love when he pats the bed or seat next to him when he wants us to sit with him.
I love how he can always find the moon in the sky no matter how small or dark it is.
I love his concerned nature. He says “oh no!” when we read books or watch a show in which a person is in trouble.
I love that he enjoys putting on all of our shoes and walking around the house.
I love that he knows what Santa says.
I love how he still wants to snuggle with his face directly on my chest, and will pull my shirt aside to make sure that happens.
I love his smiles.
I love that he has learned the word “mine” but will still share his toys when we ask.
I love the way his hair looks after he wakes up from a nap.
I love how every “scary” animal makes the same growl, tiger, lions, bears, alligators, and so on.
I love how he grabs my hand and says “walk” when he wants something or wants to play.
I love that his 3rd word was balloon, and how much joy he gets from them.
I love that he says “thank you” more often than not.
I love how he is already an iPhone expert.
I love how he says “home” when he realizes where we are on our drive.
I love the way he plays with his trains and that he knows who Thomas and Toby are.
I love that he knows who Mario is.
I love how he sees older men with mustaches and calls them “pawpaw.”
I love how he talking in a robot voice and says every word he knows in it.
I love that he is an awesome dancer and can pick up any move he sees on TV.
And I love the way he runs into his daddy’s arms when he comes home from work and how excitedly he says “Daddy, Daddy!”
2 Years is a challenging age. We have plenty of daily struggles. He throws his fair share of tantrums and he can get ugly. But I remind myself that I am so lucky to have him. He is so loving and sweet and bright. Even though every single day is a battle with the 2 kids, and there is a lot of crying and screaming involved, I am still one lucky mama to the two most handsome boys on earth!
PS. If you love my boys too, they have a whole YouTube Channel full of their antics. I upload a lot for our family to see, but you are welcome to watch too!