Paul and the Tremendous Twos!

I don't want to condemn Paul's next year by calling it the Terrible Twos, but at the same time I'm not quite optimistic enough to go with Terrific either. I thought Tremendous sounded about perfect, as he is bound to continue to do everything with huge emotions, hopefully more often with enthusiasm than angst, but he is getting better at lying down on the floor as he masters the classic temper tantrum. Where it was clearly innate with Isaiah, it appears to be more of a learned behavior for Paul as he struggles to get the steps right for how to be convincing in his fits of anger.

We took Paulie into our beloved pediatrician today for his 2-year checkup and discovered that while his speech and hair growth are a bit behind for his age, his growth, potty-training, and motor skills are right on track or ahead. He weighed in at 30 pounds even, which is exactly the same weight as Isaiah at his 2-year checkup! He's just about 3 feet tall and his head is just as big as it looks!

I regularly tell Paul that he's my hero. This kid is pretty much everything I want to be when I grow up. It took me until just about now to figure out what it is that he has that I admire so. It's initiative! If initiative is seeing what needs to be done and doing it, this guy has got it coming out of his ears. It's both impressing and blessing my socks off! Although he can't communicate with us well yet, he is constantly listening, picking up on what we are saying, and taking action! If anyone gets hurt, including himself, he makes a beeline for the freezer to get an icepack. If we even mention the word haircut, he races upstairs to retrieve the haircutting toolbox! Need a drink, ice, a fork, socks, shoes, a stool, nail clippers? Just say the word and he's off on a mission. I pray this plays out as internal motivation, drive, and getting things done without procrastinating as he matures. 

His allergies are doing amazing! As far as we can tell, they're all cleared up, but we haven't quite made the full switch to Cow's Milk. He seems to be self-regulating and taking dairy slowly, still hesitating on pizza, lasagna and such, but his first taste of Cheetos was a complete success:

"Mom, where have these been all my life?!?"

 

Donut hole powdered sugar.

His smile slays me!

Helping serve at Southeast Christian Church

I pray with him most nights as I snuggle him to sleep that he will grow in wisdom, stature, and favor with God and man. (Luke 2:52) I should probably start praying that his hair will fill in, but even if it never does he's pretty much perfect in my book. It's such an honor and a privilege to be his mommy, I can't wait to see what God has in store for him in the coming years...