You are two, and I am in shock. How can you only be two!? Haven’t you been here forever? I mean I can’t remember a time without you; I keep thinking back to things that happened before you were born, and I find myself wondering, “but where was Archer? What did I do with Archer?”, and then I realise that you didn’t exist yet. Your existence is the start of everything for me. Life before you was nice and all, but life post-Archer is glorious; bright, shiny, vibrant, vivid. You are the oomph, the zing, the pizzaz that makes my life extraordinary. We love you little boy.
You HATE olives. That’s it, you’ll eat anything else, but try coming at you with an olive and you’d think it was a taser or a spider, the way you freak out.
Your one true love is milk. Dear god, if I allowed you to have milk every time you asked for it, I might as well hook you up to some sort of milk-IV, with a continuous drip-drip of milky goodness. It’s not just the milk of the cow that you go ape over either, you’re still utterly (see what I did there?) obsessed with mama milk too. You ask for “boo-bee” all the time, sometimes every 5 minutes (seriously). While I no longer yearn for the wean, constant boob attachment is a bit too much – need.space.now! I’m happy to continue on, and let you decide when you’re ready to stop (the original goal, which i assumed would lead us to 1-year-old weaning – HA!), just cool it on the frequency, dude!
Hallelujah! I finally have a child that sleeps! Full nights (7pm-7am), and wonderful naps (2 hours starting around 11am). With everything you’re about to go through (daycare, moving, etc), I hope your sleeping continues to be good.
Oh.my.goodness! Talking is my very favourite thing. It is this stage which has led to me declaring 2 as my favourite age thus far (something I’ve said at pretty much every stage along the way). You are so freaking hilarious. Your little voice, and the way you latch onto something we may have said weeks ago – be still my heart! For example…2 weeks ago, Nanny told you that she was going to the beach and she would see dolphins, and maybe eat some starfish with sauce (We should have known then that she was nuts haha). Well, now every time we FaceTime with her, you ask “Nanny dolphins sauce?”.
Your language seems to get better when you want something. Yesterday you asked me “Mummy put on mee-meets (Despicable Me 2 – a movie you love) please!?” – a full sentence – because I said no to your first, simple request for “mee-meets”.
Your language has just EXPLODED in the last few months. Sentences, words I didn’t even know you’d heard before. It’s insane. It means that I can’t keep a list of your new words though, because there are just too many. Rest assured though, that your pronunciations are the cutest things in the entire world, and will forever be imprinted on my heart (or on my iPhone because I take videos of you speaking).
TV: not thrilled about this, but it’s kind of a necessary evil. Do I wish that I was the sort of mother (and you were the sort of child) who would do learning activities all day long, frolic outside, and create things out of toilet paper rolls, sure! But this mama has assignments, and hasn’t been feeling her best, so out comes nanny-tv, Mummy’s little helper. You continue to favour sequels of movies – the current favourite being Despicable Me 2, which you call Mee-Meet (minions).
Outside: It’s too hot in Darwin to enjoy outside as much as you (and I) would like. I cannot wait to move somewhere with a more hospitable outdoor climate! I promise we will celebrate the end of dripping sweat humidity, and skin broiling sun by being outside way more.
Mummy: You have become quite clingy and obsessed with me in the last few weeks – right in time for prac – eek!. You want to make sure “mummy coming?” everywhere, and you won’t venture too far away from my side. While I love this, the timing is so so very very bad, and I hope that you can find your independence soon, so that daycare doesn’t scar you for life.
Honestly, you don’t hate much (besides olives). You do dislike when it’s bright outside, and request a towel to cover your head if you have to lay down for a nappy to swimmers change.
You have your normal toddler tantrums when your evil plans are foiled, or you’re frustrated, but mostly you’re a talkative, happy, easygoing little guy (as long as Mummy is within arms reach. When I’m not, you hate everything).
Hiding: When something is upsetting you, or frustrating you, or making you angry, you sit very still, put your hands over your eyes and just breath. I have seen you meditate like this for a solid 5 minutes before.
“Readyyy!”: You stop, wind up, yell “readyyyy!” and then take off running. You do this out, and around the house (where you do laps around our house).
Pretending: You now pretend, which I mean, c’mon, CRAZY cute! Your ‘guys’ go for walks, where they hold hands, you “feesh” for turtles off the side of your cot with your dummy, and you pretend to phone people. I love your budding imagination, so so so much.
Whisper: if we’ve said no to something you want, you’ll sometimes try again, but this time you get right in our face and whisper the request, while nodding your head as if to trick our brain into giving you your desired answer – pure jedi mind tricks.
Archer Beck, I can’t believe you’re two! You are my favourite two year old in all the world. I will look back on this year with a happy mama heart. You are delightful, joyous, hilarious, and magical. We love you more than you will ever understand (or at least until you have your own children – hello future grand babies!).