Ryder is rapidly approaching 2.5 and I’ve been thinking a lot about this age. My sweet boy is caught in the middle of being a baby and a little boy. He can express himself in tiny ways but doesn’t have enough vocabulary to fully explain things to me and Scott. I fully believe the term Terrible Twos comes from being in this weird in-between stage. He gets frustrated when we don’t understand him and he responds the only ways he knows how – crying and sometimes full blow foot stomping, body-on-the-floor tantrums. It is no fun for either of us. But more than that, there are so many wonderful times. Watching him conquer the Big Kids playground equipment, climb stairs on his own, help me with chores around the house, and learn new words and phrases.
He tells me exactly what he wants for breakfast and snacks. He tells me when he needs his diaper changed. He tells me when he wants to watch a certain tv show or when he wants to play outside. He asks me to read him the same book every single night.
He is also the sweetest, most polite little guy! If he bumps in to me he says “Sorry, mommy! Excuse me!” If I cough or sound like something is wrong he quietly asks “Ok, mommy?” which he definitely got from the million and a half times I would ask if he was okay after coughing or falling down. He says “Hello” and “Goodbye” to all of our neighbors and he always says “Thank you!”
There are hard times, especially if he doesn’t want to do something – like leave for daycare or eat at the table – but this time in his life is also magical and I’m so happy to experience it with him.