I am the mother of a toddler boy:
- He plays with balls, trucks and animals.
- He likes shirts with space rangers, trains, and pirates.
- When he falls, he gets right back up.
- He loves to jump on the bed and says, “Geronimo!”
- He has Toy Story and Oliver and Company memorized.
- Orphaned sticks and rocks always find their way inside with us.
- He drives the car from the garage.
- He has already distinguished our three remotes.
- When he hears football on, he runs to the TV and yells, “Dolphins!”
- Any object can be used as a hammer.
- We openly discuss poop and farts.
- His first instinct after a burp is to laugh, rather than say, “excuse me.”
- Today he evacuated all his toys from his Cozy Coupe and got out shrieking for me to kill the spider on the steering wheel.
- When he blows bubbles, he likes to follow them to see where they land (“go see them” as he calls it).
- He says, “All safe for Holdy, nothing can hurt him,” while patting down the curtains for him – the same thing he used to have me do for him during a thunderstorm.
- You’d think his toys were nanopets the way he makes sure they get to eat, drink, sleep, and play.
- When one of us is sad, he comes to make it all better with a kiss.
- When someone hugs in a book or on TV, he turns to me with his arms outstretched and says, “big hug!”
- When he saw polar animals in the snow in his book, he said, “polar bear is cold! He needs a blanky.”
Boys are mysteriously tough yet tender creatures. So blessed to have two of them!