Alexander is two today. On the one hand, I can hardly believe it’s already his second birthday, but on the other hand, I’m so excited to see what fun new adventures this year will bring.
Over the past few months, Alexander’s gone from speaking in a series of one-word questions to rattling off nearly complete sentences. Groups of 5-6 words will come tumbling out of his mouth, and, more often than not, they even make sense. He love reading books, playing with stickers, spinning in circles until he falls down and announces “Fall down go boom!” and watching the most terrible mid-90s show about construction equipment. (“Watch Dump Trucks?” Every. Single. Day.)
He’s growing up into a full-on kid in a lot of ways, but every now and then I get a glimpse of the baby/toddler lingering in him. When he runs, he bends his arms at the elbow and sticks his hands out to the sides like little toddler chicken wings to keep him balanced. He’s good at going to sleep on his own (just this morning he woke up around 4:30 — probably to celebrate the exact moment he turned two — and I didn’t even have to go in his room to lay him back down; I just used the speaker on the monitor to tell him to lay down and go back to sleep, and he did it. It was amazing.) but he still likes to be rocked in my lap for a few minutes before naps and bedtime. Those bedtime snuggles remain one of the best parts of my day.
He’s a cautious, thoughtful little guy. We took him to the zoo last weekend, and he enjoyed looking at the animals, but he very seriously told us upon seeing each new animal, “Elephant not bite you,” “Hippo not bite you,” etc. I don’t know where he got it into his head that we should be concerned about the animals biting us, but it sure was thoughtful of him to reassure us about the lack of danger. And while he likes to climb and throw himself off couches and give his parents all sorts of heart attacks at home, I wouldn’t say he’s a daredevil. Put Alexander in an unfamiliar situation, and it quickly becomes clear that he inherited Mom and Dad’s shyness. He likes to hang back and assess a situation fully before venturing very far away from us, and even then it takes him a good long time to really get comfortable. I don’t really mind that he likes to stick close to us; it’s nice not having to constantly worry about where he is or what trouble he’s getting into.
Most of all, Alexander is just the sweetest little guy. He loves to give hugs and kisses, and he has a lot of sympathy when he sees someone is upset. He’s almost always very gentle with people and animals, and, much as he loves to run around the house like a crazy two-year-old, he’s also content to spend twenty minutes sitting in my lap with his cheek nuzzled up to mine while we read books together. I can’t believe how lucky we got with this one. He really is the best.
I said it two years ago, and I’ll say it again: He’s perfect. He’s so, so perfect.