My son is now 2.5. He would disagree and say he was two, and do so by holding up his chubby toddler hand with all five fingers raised. I’m guessing the implication is that you have to ignore the other fingers during the counting.
There are things I don’t want to forget about right now. Like how he sometimes squinches up his face and talks out of one side of his mouth. It happens when he is feeling playful, and often accompanies a question.
I don’t want to forget how he said to my husband, “I’m so glad your back” after his return from work. I want to be able to return to these moments at will.
He is a great traveler, now having flown to Arizona twice in his life. We’re going to take him to New Orleans at the end of the month and rent a house with some friends who also have a toddler. Get out of the snow and into a warmer environment. Go to the zoo, see the aquarium. I’m looking forward to it. That and beignets.
I have so many count downs right now. I am counting the days until spring (approx. 95). I am counting the years until retirement (30).
During his hardest tantrums, the ones where he throws himself on the floor and cries about seemingly insignificant things, I am counting the days until he turns 3. I am under the hope that his little brain will make the connections it needs to make to understand how to control the situation better. Things he has cried about in the last few days: Not getting to eat the wrapper on a candy, the fact that I tried to take the wrapper off of the candy, not letting him jump off the stool by himself, bringing him to dinner when he was watching a show.
This weekend my husband worked from six am until noon, which leaves me to do the babysitting alone. I think I handled it better than I have in the past, but I wish I had some more time for myself this weekend. Perhaps I need to take a vacation day soon.