It’s been such a while since we’ve had a Dashiell update around here, hasn’t it? I’ve been meaning to share one forever, but as well all know, I’ve been meaning to do a lot of things and they just don’t seem to be happening as quickly as I’d like.
Two. Actually 27+ months. It’s really become a joy. I’m likely going to eat my words next week, but “terrible twos” just doesn’t seem like a real thing to worry about. Sure, there are moments when we’re all frustrated and it’s not as easy, but in general having a two year old is amazing. Listening to his language really develop and the way he puts together thoughts is so endlessly fun. He’s such a sweet and funny and silly and joyful guy.
His little smiling face is such a treasure that it nearly breaks my heart every morning when he gets up, and every afternoon when I’m done with work and he sees me come in the back door (from my newly remodeled garage-office), and says “LlegĂł Mommy!”. Listening to him learn and truly speak Spanish is crazy and fascinating and makes me weirdly so proud of him already.
He runs and jumps and practices hopping on one foot, and climbs the furniture and leaps between the coffee table and couch (probs not the best game to allow, but I can’t help it. He loves it so). He can ride a scooter! He gives big kisses and hugs and he tells me about who he spent his day with at the park. He likes to keep tabs on everyone in his life and talk about when he will see them again or what we did the last time we visited.
It goes something like this, whilst climbing on the (brown) pouf in his room:
“Jillian has a blue poof.”
(Yes, Jillian does have a blue poof!)
(Probably at home, buddy.)
(Liam is at home with Jillian.)
(Scott is probably at home with Jillian and Liam too.)
(Judah is with Laura.)
(Laura and Judah are at home. They live in Georgia. We’re going to see them in a few months.)
(Jordy is probably at home too.)
(Jess is at home, like Jordy.)
“Jess went to work.”
(Jess did go to work, and then she went home.)
“And Daddy goes to work.”
(Mmmm hmmm. Daddy goes to work.)
“And Damma and Dampa are coming to see Dashiell!”
(Grandma and Grandpa ARE coming to see Dashiell! This weekend they’ll be here, and we’ll go to Pitfire.)
“And have mac and cheese and pizza pie.”
Or we might be outside in the garden and we will have a similar discussion about the chickens and fava beans and spiders and berries.
It’s so dear, it really is.
He plays with his truck collection for what seems like hours on end. He reads books to himself in his room. He helps me in the kitchen, sometimes. He counts in English and Spanish. He sings songs with his daddy. The list goes on. Trying desperately to cherish these last few weeks (or days?) while it’s just the three of us. Even though I know it will be endlessly more fun when there are four, I can’t help but feel a teeny bit wistful of my time as a mother of one.