But instead of harping on the downside of the Terrible Twos, I'd rather highlight the awesomeness of the Terrific Twos, 'cause this age can be pretty great too. Somehow he knows when I'm at the end of my rope with his ridiculousness, and he does something precious or hilarious to convince me not to give him away.
So, here is the current highlight reel in photo and narrative form:
Isaiah has learned to say "Bless you," when people sneeze, but most regularly and adorably he blesses himself when he sneezes. The other night he had just fallen asleep and I was carrying him to his crib when he sneezed and said "Bless you" without even opening his eyes or waking up.
|Potty training is usually good for a laugh.|
"Jesus loves me..."
"Hush little baby..."
"The wheels on..."
"Well, what do you want me to sing?"
"Bubby Daddad Song!"
So, my mom wrote him a 3 stanza "Bubby Daddad Song" complete with a repeating chorus, and he asks for it every night!
|Although he says "No," a lot, when he says "yes" to something he says it with contagious enthusiasm, "YESSSS!"|
His vocabulary is huge, but his pronunciation still leaves something to be desired, so all hard C or K sounds are still T. Such as "Mommy's tooties are nummy!" Recently, we were at Noahs' Ark, our churches indoor playplace, and we had it all to ourselves. I was sitting with Paul, when Isaiah came up to me and managed to explain that there was an airplane under the playset and he needed help getting it out. I couldn't reach it with just my hand, so I put Paul down and went in search of something long to help me retrieve the crashed plane. Sticks and bats were scarce around there (probably so kids can't hit each other) so I ended up with a plastic cucumber and recovered the downed aircraft.
Later that afternoon, we were back at home and Isaiah dropped a crayon under the couch. Right away, he went to the playroom and came back with a drumstick, saying "Tutumber!" and rescued the lost crayon. Now, every time he needs to reach anything he says "Tutumber," finds a long-ish object, and we quickly forgive him for whatever tantrum he's recently put us through because he's just too cute to stay frustrated with for long.
|Silverware can make for good tutumbers in a pinch, or should I say in a pickle.|
|Today, he ate all the tops off of his baby muffins before later going back and finishing them. His look, "Isn't this how everybody eats baby muffins?"|
The other day, I was feeding Paul, and Zy was getting impatient and probably a little jealous, so I told him to go get a book and I would read to him. He brought be back a rhyming Bible, patted it and said, "Jesus." Then he went back to his room and returned with another Bible and said "Jesus. Match!" He loves a good match. Since, most of the book doesn't talk about Jesus I was so touched that he recognized Jesus is the central character, and although it will be a long time before he understands it, that every word points to Him in some way. Together, we looked through the Bibles for pictures and stories about Jesus, and he stopped at a drawing of a lamb, and pointed out, "Jesus." Oh, my heart... he's listening!