Do you remember how I said that Patrick's favorite things/phrases were likely to change fairly quickly in the next few years? I feel like, in the three weeks it's been since he turned two, they already are changing. Some of the niceties have been replaced with pure cries for independence. Here is what we hear:
1.) Mommy, don't do it.
2.) Mommy, I do it.
3.) Mommy, don't! It's mine.
4.) Stop it. I do it.
5.) No help. I do it.
6.) Mommy, NOOOOOOO. Don't do that. I do it.
Does that sound like a toddler? At least, it sounds like mine. Very bossy and independent.
In his defense, however, he has picked up some sweet little things, such as the "Come heeeeere" as he's reaching for a hug, or the sudden desire to kiss on the nose. He asks, "Are you ok?" and he whispers "I love you" as we're laying down together. He reminds Adam and I to mind our manners. (Bedtime prayers tonight were simply this. "Dear God, please be nice to Indy, OK? Goodnight.") He's like his mother, I guess...always thinking he's right.
The family. We are a little band of characters trudging through life, sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that binds us all together.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
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