Thursday, June 26, 2014
Two is not terrible
Witten kind of amazes me with how big he is already. He talks. SO MUCH. He will basically say any word you tell him to say, but he also has this amazing vocabulary for a two year old. Like, complete sentences. He loves to go outside, and he tells me five times a day I go outside and swim in it (he is talking about the pool obviously). He loves playing with the girls, and talks about how funny they are. Lana and Ava (which he pronounces Ah-va) funny. He loves to watch Peppa Pig because for some reason my kids love that show, and he recently decided that we should also watch Finding Nemo every. day. The whole movie he is basically obsessed with Marlin, and he repeats Nemo Dad constantly in case any of us have forgotten who that clown fish is.
My boy is a little carbaholic. He will eat crackers all day. I don't buy chips because A) they make crumbs and B) they are nasty and my kids will eat them all in one sitting. So my compromise is box after box of Wheat Thins and Ritz Bits and Cheez-Its and Goldfish. At this point I need to buy these products at Costco, because just buying the family size box only gets me so far. I cannot even fathom feeding him when he is bigger, especially a teenager, because judging by the amount of mashed potatoes he can fit into his skinny little body right now I'm going to need to double the amount of food I cook at every meal.
I love this guy, he is equal parts rowdy and calm, loud and quiet, sweet and spicy. He is smart one minute, naming all of his body parts, and the next he is intentionally dumb, jumping off of the couch and hurting himself. That is something about boys I will never understand. He makes life interesting, and I don't know what I would do without his crazy personality to keep me entertained. I guess you could say I love him, I guess I will keep him. Plus he really likes to help unload the dishwasher and who wouldn't keep a guy that does that?