Wow. I haven't written many mommy posts lately. I mean, rarely at all. It's not like I don't think about it. It's not like I don't have special moments with my tot that make me want to pen something. It's not like I don't have moments that drive me completely nuts either. Maybe that's it. There's too many quick swings between joy and irritation around here.
Oh toddlerhood. It sure is one hell of a rollercoaster around here. One minute this kid has me busting a gut laughing from what he was just talking about and then next minute I'm ready to scream my head off because I just repeated something ten million times. This stage is not for the faint of heart. Sometimes I wonder if I am cut out for it.
My son is a hoot. He is an articulate little hoot. At almost two and a half, he talks fairly well. He always has and as his vocabulary expands it can get downright comical. His current catch phrases include:
"What are you guys talking about?" He likes to know what's going on. I tell him if he was listening he would know what we are talking about.
"What am I talking about?" Yes, he says this mid-sentence to himself. It's hilarious. We always respond with, "We have no idea what you are talking about!"
"I love ______ all the time!" He is in love with many things and people. All. The. Time. Emphasis on all the time. He loves the babysitter all the time. He loves his puppy all the time. He loves vanilla yogurt all the time. He loves puzzles all the time. The list goes on.
"I'm a raptor, doing what I can..." Do you know this song? Our kid loves dinosaurs so we thought it was a good idea to show him this short clip. Are you a child of the 90s who watched Mrs Doubtfire? No? Let me show you. We let him watch this which has resulted in toddler repeat mode.
"I do it." Oh dear independence. You are a tough battle. From hand washing, to teeth brushing, to book reading, to you name it. He loves to help in the kitchen. The kitchen and I are not friends. Having a toddler wanting to help, no matter how much I try to embrace it, is just not my thing. I know it wasn't my mom's thing either. We were promptly ushered out of the kitchen often. My husband is really so much better at it. And I'm ok with it.
Really, this kid cracks me up several times a day and I'm so blessed to hear the things he says. And other than the "I'm a raptor" song completely driving me bonkers, he can keep chattering away. Because he does. Non stop. All day long. Ok, a moment of silence every now and then won't be that bad...
What is one of your favorite kid quotes??