This post is long over due and I'm afraid things will change and I'll forget how much I'm bursting at the seams with joy. It's Ty. He is making up for some serious lost time and I can't get enough. I think if I had a glimmer of the kind of almost-three-year-old he'd be, his infancy wouldn't have been quite as tough.
I don't even know how to explain it, but I must get it on paper. I mean computer. He is such a good little talker. We have full conversations and he recites things that happened to him a long time ago and he's just so stinkin' smart. Yesterday he said, "dad. There's a 2 and a 3 on your shirt." Yup- Cam's shirt said 32. He knows a bunch of his letters and can write a "T." He has this hilarious little giggle that is forced when he's trying to just be silly, when he's imitating his brother and sister as they are laughing at something he doesn't undersrtand or when he's just hyper. He idolizes his brother and sister and their friends and wants to do everything they are doing. He rides a little 3 wheeled scooter like it's nobody's business but I can't get him to peddle anything. We just took him out of his crib a few weeks ago and he's doing so grea. He even went potty in the toilet a few times but because I'm lazy, I haven't followed through on that one yet. Our favorite word of Ty's is goodatar which is guitar. He's been saying it like that forever and I hope he never changes it, it is so cute. Liekeen for lightning McQueen. This is lilly hot for this is really hot. He loves to use the words backwords and forwards but he says batworks for backwords.
Right now, he is just pure joy. I can reason with him and he responds really well to simple discipline. He is the handsomest little guy you've ever seen and he loves him mama. Whenever I go somewhere, he says, "I wanna go wif you." And I CANNOT turn him down. When he asks for something in a full, to-die-for sentence, he gets whatever he wants. He just does. He still loves to have his back scratched and begs me to do it every night when I lay him down to sleep. If I scratch his back on the outside of his shirt, he says, "No. My other back" which means under his shirt. And when I've been gone he still gets excited when I get home and announces to everyone in the house that I'm home. And then I melt. He comes across as grouchy to everyone else because he's shy and wants to hide behind me and if you get in his face and try to get him to talk he just might smack you but really, the days of grouchy are few and far between right now. He is pure joy, all day, everyday. He refuses to take a nap but falls asleep almost every day at about 5:30 in random places in the house. The kitchen floor. Behind the ottoman. At the bar. He insists on opening the van door himself, climbing in, closing the door and buckling himself. He's usually buckled before Colby and Kara. He is very specific and has pretty good attention to detail. If I have flip flops on and I mention anything about shoes he says. No, those aren't your shoes, they're flipflops. And if he asks you for something, and he doesn't like your answer, he'll reply with, "noooo?" with this long, drawn out inflection at the end that makes us laugh everytime. He already thinks he knows everything. The other day we got in an argument about whether or not he has a weiner. He was certain he didn't. And when he asks where dad is and I tell him he's at the store, he says, "No. He's driving the airplane. He's not at the store."
One of his favorite things to do is sit with a pencil or pen and a piece of paper and pretend like he is spelling. He scribbles something then looks up and yells, "what else?" Our job is to tell him another letter that he then scribbles down and again asks, "what else?" repeating the process until he is satisfied that he has spelled many words.
The other day my friend asked me if I would be interested in putting him in joy school next fall. And I really don't think I'm going to. I don't want him away from me if he doesn't have to. I had Colby and Kara in play groups, preschool, and whatever by 3 with no quesitons asked. It's weird. Am I a different mother to this three-year-old? Maybe it's cause it's just me and him? I don't know. but it's the best and I wouldn't trade it for the world right now. Wow. It's nice to hear myself say that. In my 8 years of motherhood, I've often been singing a different tune. I will follow up with pictures soon and maybe even try to proof read this very random and disjointed post at another time because it's time for bed. Goodnight.
