Dear Ez, you are my stubborn smart snuggly little goofball. You'll do anything for a laugh, including falling down, smashing your face into the couch, or hitting yourself on the head. We keep telling you you only get one head, but that doesn't seem to phase you. You're a whirlwind of energy, but your focus and attention span have also increased by leaps and bounds. You spend long chunks of the morning just lying on your rug lining up all your cars and trains in exactly the right order. Then you spend half the evening sprinting back and forth across the living room, or chasing your balls all over the house. You giggle, scream, and run away anytime you think one of us is chasing you - which is one of your favorite games. You've gotten a lot better about "helping" mommy with the chores - putting the laundry in the dryer, throwing away trash (and sometimes non-trash), and helping sweep are your favorites. For as many exasperated sighs that this age brings, there are twice as many laughs. The stuff you come up with all on your own boggles my mind. Your vocabulary grows by the day, and you understand so much more than you can communicate. It still amazes me that you know exactly what I'm talking about the majority of the time. Watching you grow into the silly, sweet boy that you are is the best gift we've ever received. We love you more than you'll ever know.
Likes: mirrors, ice cream, walking backward, Gymboree, elephants, attempting to eat with utensils, fruit, all things that go, commercials, puzzles, licking ketchup off fries, shoes, throwing stuff away, wiping up spills, running wild and free, rocks, sticks, putting anything and everything in the shopping cart, bath time.
Dislikes: vacuums, not being allowed to steal our food, having anything taken away, being tired, teething, diaper rash, getting dressed, just in general being told no - you know, all the normal toddler stuff.
Eats: all fruit, green smoothies, larabars, grilled cheese, pb&j, mac & cheese, ketchup, tater tots.
Says: car (ca-ah), airplane (air-pa), hi baby, bye bye, all done!, good job (goo ja), choo choo (for train)
Here's a short, choppy little compilation of some of the silly stuff Ez does that cracks me up on the daily:
Speaking of this almost-two age, has anyone read Dad is Fat by Jim Gaffigan? I just started it, but I can not stop laughing. It's a must-read for every parent. One of my favorite snippets on toddlerhood:
Once your baby starts to walk you'll realize why cribs are designed like prisons from the early 1900s. This is clearly because toddlers are a danger to themselves. The main responsibility of the parent is to stop the toddler from accidentally hurting or killing themselves. Also, toddler judgment is horrible. They don't have any. Put a twelve-month-old on a bed, and they will immediately try and crawl off headfirst like a lemming on a mindless migrations mission. But the toddler mission is never mindless. They have two goals: find poison and find something to destroy.
I'd say that about sums it up ;)