23 months old
My dearest Isaac-monster,
Today you are exactly one month from your second birthday. Where does the time go? I can still remember when it was just you and me and our all-day-long Play-Doh-fest. Oh, wait. That's because it was two weeks ago, before somebody else showed up and we became the Isaac + mommy + Jacob show.
This past month has been a big one for you; you became a big brother. In all ways, you have taken to this huge change better than I ever expected. At first, you were very excited, because it meant lots of visitors and extra attention for you. When we were at the hospital having your brother you stayed at your friend Ella's house, where you not only had Ella and her mom but also Ella's grandma and grandpa there to fawn over you. And while Ella is incredible and incredibly adorable, you are a walkin', talkin', attention-hoggin' machine. You were a big hit there, especially with Ella's grandma, who is a kindergarten teacher. I was told later that this woman, who obviously knows a little about early childhood development could not stop talking about how smart you are. "Did you see that?" she'd tell Ella's mom, "Do you know how smart he is to do/say that?" We get that a lot. You are basically a genius.
Not fifteen minutes after your brother was born, your father ditched him and me to get you, whom we had talked about incessantly while I was in agonizing pain. He brought you back to meet Jacob, and you pranced around the hospital (obviously having been coached in the car) telling the nurses "I big brudder!" They cooed over you, and told me it should be illegal for one woman to birth two such adorable boys. Then MeeMaw came, straight to the hospital from the airport, and you made her day screaming "MEE MAW!" as she entered the room. When we were home for Christmas less than three months ago you refused to give her a name; now you talk about her even when she's not here, as you also do about Papaw, Dadaw, and Mamaw.
When we brought your little brother home things were a little hairier. While you seemed marginally interested in him as a person, boring as he is now, it was obvious you were quickly realizing your role had been usurped. You threw a few temper tantrums a day and wouldn't eat anything except popcorn and Slurpees. You started chanting "boo-boo-boo" while sobbing, which was simultaneously annoying and pitiful. But you never once tried to beat up on Jacob, and even when you were slumped over on the floor bawling your eyes out I could get you to help me with Jacob's diaper changes (your job is to throw his dirty dipes in the trash can. You are very fastidious in identifying things that should be in the garbage).
Aside from being a new big brother, you are also quickly turning two before your time. You have several new favorite phrases:
"No mommy, that's mine!" (whether or not it actually IS yours)
"Wait mommy, come back!" (whether or not I'm going away)
"Want to watch Wiggles/Go outside/Play trains on the computer NOW!"
You are becoming the stereotypical bipolar "terrible-two"er: pitching a fit when we want you to do such terrible things as sit at the table and eat your dinner, and then turning around and singing us spontaneously made up songs on your guitar. You really aren't that hard to handle, though, and the things you do wow me in bigger and bigger ways. You've discovered how to sing. You like to sing to the Wiggles, in the bathtub, to yourself, to your guitar. You make up your own songs by naming stuff you see around the room, or even more astonishing, by looking at your bookshelf and then, without opening it, singing the contents of a book we read the night before. You have memorized lots of your books and can now "read" them to me; Ella's mom gave us their second copy of "Brown Bear, Brown Bear" and you had it memorized in a day. Every day after you are asleep, your father and I gush about how gorgeous you are, how sweet you are, how smart you are, and how every day with you brings something completely unexpected. I think that is my favorite part about you at this stage -- I never know what a day with you will bring, but I do know that each day will contain moments when I catch you doing something so amazing that it rocks my mommy world.
Love you,
Mommy
Today you are exactly one month from your second birthday. Where does the time go? I can still remember when it was just you and me and our all-day-long Play-Doh-fest. Oh, wait. That's because it was two weeks ago, before somebody else showed up and we became the Isaac + mommy + Jacob show.
This past month has been a big one for you; you became a big brother. In all ways, you have taken to this huge change better than I ever expected. At first, you were very excited, because it meant lots of visitors and extra attention for you. When we were at the hospital having your brother you stayed at your friend Ella's house, where you not only had Ella and her mom but also Ella's grandma and grandpa there to fawn over you. And while Ella is incredible and incredibly adorable, you are a walkin', talkin', attention-hoggin' machine. You were a big hit there, especially with Ella's grandma, who is a kindergarten teacher. I was told later that this woman, who obviously knows a little about early childhood development could not stop talking about how smart you are. "Did you see that?" she'd tell Ella's mom, "Do you know how smart he is to do/say that?" We get that a lot. You are basically a genius.
Not fifteen minutes after your brother was born, your father ditched him and me to get you, whom we had talked about incessantly while I was in agonizing pain. He brought you back to meet Jacob, and you pranced around the hospital (obviously having been coached in the car) telling the nurses "I big brudder!" They cooed over you, and told me it should be illegal for one woman to birth two such adorable boys. Then MeeMaw came, straight to the hospital from the airport, and you made her day screaming "MEE MAW!" as she entered the room. When we were home for Christmas less than three months ago you refused to give her a name; now you talk about her even when she's not here, as you also do about Papaw, Dadaw, and Mamaw.
When we brought your little brother home things were a little hairier. While you seemed marginally interested in him as a person, boring as he is now, it was obvious you were quickly realizing your role had been usurped. You threw a few temper tantrums a day and wouldn't eat anything except popcorn and Slurpees. You started chanting "boo-boo-boo" while sobbing, which was simultaneously annoying and pitiful. But you never once tried to beat up on Jacob, and even when you were slumped over on the floor bawling your eyes out I could get you to help me with Jacob's diaper changes (your job is to throw his dirty dipes in the trash can. You are very fastidious in identifying things that should be in the garbage).
Aside from being a new big brother, you are also quickly turning two before your time. You have several new favorite phrases:
"No mommy, that's mine!" (whether or not it actually IS yours)
"Wait mommy, come back!" (whether or not I'm going away)
"Want to watch Wiggles/Go outside/Play trains on the computer NOW!"
You are becoming the stereotypical bipolar "terrible-two"er: pitching a fit when we want you to do such terrible things as sit at the table and eat your dinner, and then turning around and singing us spontaneously made up songs on your guitar. You really aren't that hard to handle, though, and the things you do wow me in bigger and bigger ways. You've discovered how to sing. You like to sing to the Wiggles, in the bathtub, to yourself, to your guitar. You make up your own songs by naming stuff you see around the room, or even more astonishing, by looking at your bookshelf and then, without opening it, singing the contents of a book we read the night before. You have memorized lots of your books and can now "read" them to me; Ella's mom gave us their second copy of "Brown Bear, Brown Bear" and you had it memorized in a day. Every day after you are asleep, your father and I gush about how gorgeous you are, how sweet you are, how smart you are, and how every day with you brings something completely unexpected. I think that is my favorite part about you at this stage -- I never know what a day with you will bring, but I do know that each day will contain moments when I catch you doing something so amazing that it rocks my mommy world.
Love you,
Mommy
posted by Claire at 8:25 PM
1 Comments:
Nicely done Claire! and way to go Isaac!
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