a love letter to the terrible 2s {Monkey at 2.5ish}

as monkey nears closer to 3, i am just smitten with all things sticky and little boy.

and given all our struggles with moose regarding language, every word and tantrum from monkey is savored, welcomed even.

and as 3 approaches, his sweet 2 year old approximations begin to wane like calling:
ice cream “ox soup”
comfy cozy “comzy cozy”
bananas “bonanas”
or food he really likes “doolicious”

despite his big boy bed built by daddy, monkey is often found in the mornings cozied up on the floor.

not a day goes by without wearing mommy or daddy’s shoes…

his recent obsession: “make a house” for his growing collection of tank engines.  
he also refers to angry people as “cross”.  my kid speaks in british dialect, courtesy of thomas the tank engine cartoons…

within the past few months, he’s taught himself the alphabet and corresponding sounds.  and now, is starting to”read” books by memory.  he’s also speaking in paragraphs.

it runs in the family.  my mom says i was fully reading by age 4.

monkey loves to pretend play and play with other kids.  it’s a sigh of relief.  as an autism mama, you worry about your subsequent children and everyone else’s children…

he recently started on the big boy swing alongside his brother.

who is his partner in crime… {yes, we were the weirdos at the birthday party drinking gingerberry kombucha and eating gluten-free treats.  that’s how we roll}

monkey loves fish and bugs.  

and his nana.  each Tuesday, they spend the day together while Moose and I head to speech and OT.

“I don’t like underpants!” “No potty!” “I love my diaper!” : these pretty much sum up our potty-training, or lack thereof.

but the kid can eat.  I shudder to think what my grocery bill will be when my boys are teens.  apparently, my cooking is so stellar it requires licking the plate clean.

maybe our 2s are not-so-terrible, because his diet is so clean.  minimal sugar.  no gluten. no soy. only the occasional goat/sheep cheese.  never a drop of food coloring.

he really is a blessing.  And the best little therapist to his brother moose, that money can’t buy…

with love, my little monkey.
3 is going to be a fun year because i’ve decided to homeschool him.
here’s the to the tail end of the “terrible 2s”…
mama

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  1. Mindy says:

    What a fun celebration of monkey. I just love those goofy words. We’ve started telling our boy some of the ways he used to say things, and it’s so weird to realize he doesn’t remember that! =) That’s why we have to write them down.
    Enjoy homeschooling him!

  2. Sheila says:

    I thoroughly enjoyed reading that, makes me miss my boys being little. I’m the mother of two boys two years apart and they are like raising ten. I thought they’d be best friends, but at ages 15 and 13, they are more like sparring partners, maybe one day :) Yes, our grocery bill is ridiculous and our house is messy especially since we are the “cool” parents who let all the teens hang out here. I wouldn’t trade it for anything!
    Cherish every minute with your Moose & Monkey, I’m sure you already know this :)
    Sheila

  3. As my son nears 3 (next month!) I really appreciated this. I adore the pic of him sleeping on the floor:)

    Jessica
    stayathomeista.com

  4. Lisa says:

    So sweet! I absolutely love those pictures esp. the one of him behind the toilet and sleeping on the floor :)

  5. Kari says:

    Nothing to compliment the chef like a little plate licker! : )

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