
My patience has been thin lately and it's been hard for me to have the perspective I need to (as a mom to a two year old smarty pants). The parenting books say you are in the caveman stage of speech and brain development, but it's so hard for me not to treat you like a little adult sometimes. I tend to think you are so capable... and there are times you are... just... not. I have to learn to slow down and let you get whatever you need to say or cry about out of your system. It's times like these where your speech is pure jibberish and I am at an even greater loss for solving your problems.
All two-year-old-verses-the-mom nonsense aside, you are a joy. You have so much energy and love to give everyone you come into contact with. Sometimes you don't know how to express yourself and your enthusiasm... so you hit, throw or even fall to the ground like a little stunt man. I have a feeling that you'll be a big performer one day... among all the other talents you'll develop. And I am sure you'll be able to channel your true feelings, under pressure, better soon too.
Your Grandma Dixie has been here this week. I love to watch her dote on you, talk to you and love on you. You two are such good friends. It's neat to see you interact with her, play games with her and watch your favorite movies together. It seems life is sweeter when she is around to take a mighty interest in all you do. Now and then, Mom and Dad get so run down that we don't take advantage of the full joy you are to all of us. Thank goodness she was here this week to compensate and get excited over all your little doings. What a blessing.
This past month you've been helping around the house and helping me cook and bake. I even ordered you a special stool so you can start helping me even more. I didn't realize how much trouble that stool would get you into. You are finding all sorts of treasures (no no's) as you drag that thing around. I do appreciate you helping me put it together though. You were such a big helper! You'd hold the screws or hold the legs while I would drill them together. You only lost one screw when you decided to put it into a vacant hole of the stool. What's a retro stool without a little rattle?
I have to report once again that you are eating like a champ from last month to this one. You continue to eat dinner so well in the evenings. Most anything I make for the family, you'll eat. Casseroles or whatever. I am so grateful for this.
I am also grateful for a fairly easy bedtime. You aren't begging to cuggle Daddy anymore. You'll go to bed with any toy or item you have attached yourself to that day. Lately it's been the 3 bear finger puppets that came from a plush story book. You've gone to bed with a foam airplane, cars, balloons and even some Dalmatian zipper pulls that you got from your Dalmatian DVD. Such a quirky guy, but we love that you are happy cuddling these items and not so dependent on us.
There is one more thing I have to share here. The past couple months you've been calling any stranger, a boy. You'll see men walking or see kids coming your way and say "boy" or "come here, boy!" It makes me laugh every time. You were jumping on the bed and playing with Daddy the other night and you suddenly said "come here, boy" and I just couldn't stop giggling! It's just funny the way you say it. You even called Boo from Monsters Inc a "little boy." I laughed and then corrected you. I have yet to hear you say "girl" on your own accord.
I want you to know that I love you more than anything, Liam. I love your big personality and the sparkle that is in you. I love kissing your soft little lips, tickling you and hugging you tight. I love your contagious laughs, giggles and those not-so-noticeable breaths of delight when something surprises or pleases you. (I can't explain those tiny utterances that are a split second. But I love them.) Thank you for being patient, loving and forgiving with me. You are so wonderful. I hope you always appreciate life as much as you do today!
Yours Forever,
Mom