My baby boy is turning TWO today! TWO!!! I feel like it was yesterday that I was giving birth to him in a not so desirable Russian hospital. With a not so desirable labor and delivery.
It has been an adventure raising two boys. Anybody with boys can understand what I mean even without me elaborating. But elaborate a bit I will. Actually, as I write this Owen is taking a plastic helicopter where the blades move with a push of a button to my hair. Because we all know I want my hair stuck in a helicopter just like Owen and Eli had a train stuck in theirs. And what does Owen say, "Mom I'm making your hair beautiful." I digress, where was I? Oh that's right elaborating on the adventure. The boys don't stop. They climb, they jump, they get into messes (cooking, water, toys, really anything.) They love to play outside and will get to demanding it. They don't want to sleep and then chat the night away when it is time to sleep. They have many bumps and bruises and I know many more will come.
Since it is Eli's birthday I am going to go into more detail on him. This boy! This boy! Oh how I love this boy! He loves to cuddle. He will stand up out of his chair, pull you over, and pat his chair and say "Sit! Sit!" As soon as you sit he will crawl up into your lap. Of course this is not only his PBK chair it is really any chair.
When I am eating, or if he was awake right now he would be helping me type this. He loves hugs. Will give you tons of kisses. But if you ask for it he will say "NO!" Then give you one. He loves to eat. And will try new things. He prefers the food on your plate compared to his own. (He might have gotten that from me.) Then you give him something he loves to eat and he will tell you no with a vibrant jerk of his head and sealed mouth.
He loves the water! If there is water he is in it. Regardless of the weather, what he is wearing, or where it is.
He loves to have his feet rubbed before bed. And loves books. He will tell you which one he wants and won't let you read one he doesn't. And sometimes will end a book early for you with "All Done!" as he snaps it close. He loves mommy, but nobody compares to daddy.
He doesn't like strangers and will give them a grumpy look if you try to touch him or talk to him. Which is a problem for him in this country. All these people want to take a picture of him and he is crying and yelling in everyone of them. He approaches stuff as a three year old. I guess that is because he has an older brother. He climbs way too well for a two year old. People that don't know him worry about him on the playground and then quickly see that he has it covered.
He has a great love for his brother. He always wants to make sure Owen has the same thing he does. But he will also bite and hit his brother when "Owen mean." He loves to play trains and cars and trucks with Owen. He loves to chase Owen around the house yelling "ROAR" like a dinosaur.
He will copy anything Owen does. This is not always good. Actually it usually is not good.
One of my favorite things is how Eli loves to sing. He loves it. He will sing any song even if he doesn't know the words. But some of his favorites are "Row Row Your Boat," "Baa Baa Black Sheep," and "This is the day." He will do the finger motions for "Where is Thumbkin." He will dance and smile and laugh. And he has these deep belly laughs. And he loves to talk. Both my children love to talk. Now where did they get that from???
He is embracing turning two with many temper tantrums.
This baby is a joy to be around. He is completely different from Owen (rightfully so) but then similar in so many ways. Oh how I love him.
It has been an adventure raising two boys. Anybody with boys can understand what I mean even without me elaborating. But elaborate a bit I will. Actually, as I write this Owen is taking a plastic helicopter where the blades move with a push of a button to my hair. Because we all know I want my hair stuck in a helicopter just like Owen and Eli had a train stuck in theirs. And what does Owen say, "Mom I'm making your hair beautiful." I digress, where was I? Oh that's right elaborating on the adventure. The boys don't stop. They climb, they jump, they get into messes (cooking, water, toys, really anything.) They love to play outside and will get to demanding it. They don't want to sleep and then chat the night away when it is time to sleep. They have many bumps and bruises and I know many more will come. When I am eating, or if he was awake right now he would be helping me type this. He loves hugs. Will give you tons of kisses. But if you ask for it he will say "NO!" Then give you one. He loves to eat. And will try new things. He prefers the food on your plate compared to his own. (He might have gotten that from me.) Then you give him something he loves to eat and he will tell you no with a vibrant jerk of his head and sealed mouth.
He loves the water! If there is water he is in it. Regardless of the weather, what he is wearing, or where it is.
He loves to have his feet rubbed before bed. And loves books. He will tell you which one he wants and won't let you read one he doesn't. And sometimes will end a book early for you with "All Done!" as he snaps it close. He loves mommy, but nobody compares to daddy.
He doesn't like strangers and will give them a grumpy look if you try to touch him or talk to him. Which is a problem for him in this country. All these people want to take a picture of him and he is crying and yelling in everyone of them. He approaches stuff as a three year old. I guess that is because he has an older brother. He climbs way too well for a two year old. People that don't know him worry about him on the playground and then quickly see that he has it covered.
He has a great love for his brother. He always wants to make sure Owen has the same thing he does. But he will also bite and hit his brother when "Owen mean." He loves to play trains and cars and trucks with Owen. He loves to chase Owen around the house yelling "ROAR" like a dinosaur.
He will copy anything Owen does. This is not always good. Actually it usually is not good.
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| He loves loves loves the lollipop! |
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| Every morning when I am getting dressed he hands me my shoes and then puts a pair on. |
One of my favorite things is how Eli loves to sing. He loves it. He will sing any song even if he doesn't know the words. But some of his favorites are "Row Row Your Boat," "Baa Baa Black Sheep," and "This is the day." He will do the finger motions for "Where is Thumbkin." He will dance and smile and laugh. And he has these deep belly laughs. And he loves to talk. Both my children love to talk. Now where did they get that from???
He is embracing turning two with many temper tantrums.
This baby is a joy to be around. He is completely different from Owen (rightfully so) but then similar in so many ways. Oh how I love him.
