Mitchie is Turning 2!

It’s hard to believe my little guy is going to be two tomorrow.  It sure is hard to remember life before Mitchie.  He’s made such an impact on me and the dynamic of our family, it’s hard to even remember how things were before he came along!  Mitch is such an amazing and intense little creature.  His emotions just kind of burst out of him.  Happiness to him isn’t just happiness.  It’s squeals of joy, jumping up and down, and the sunniest little smile you’ve ever seen.  Frustration isn’t just frustration.  It’s zero to ninety all in one second – crying, screaming, throwing.  His anger is very loud and clear – red face, yelling, and all.  Mitch is extremely active and amazes me with his motor skills.  The kid can climb like no other.  But he has no awareness of danger and absolutely no fear.  He will jump from the side of the pool whether you’re waiting with outstretched arms or not and loves to put his face in the water.  Mitchie is a sweet, kind kid, sharing any time he is asked and sometimes without any prompting at all.  He is sensitive and shy and will cry very easily even if you gently redirect him away from something dangerous (e.g. he tried to plug in the vacuum the other day and I had to tell him no.  His feelings were so hurt and out came the sad lower lip and sniffles).  Every morning Mitch wakes up in a good mood – “Oh!  Hi mommy!  Where daddy go?  Where Finny go?” He is a basket case when he’s tired (SO silly and crazy one minute and then screaming and crying the next. He also loses all muscle control – like a limp noodle).  He’s the easiest kid in the world to put down for naps or for the night.  Just mention his pillow pet and he’ll dive right into that crib, laughing.  He loves our neighbor, Mr. Campbell.  Whenever he goes outside, he runs to the fence and yells, “Campbell!  Where are you?”  He eats only breakfast and sometimes lunch, very rarely dinner.  There are days when he subsists on nothing but condiments, all of which he calls “dip”. This child loves to ride his bike.  We can’t enter or exit the house through the garage anymore because it always turns into a bike ride.  He doesn’t care if you’re late for work or if the house is on fire.  He’s going for a bike ride.  I think he’ll love his new "big boy" bike tomorrow! J  

His latest words and phrases:

“rebot” = robot

“big boys” = he wants to do something like a big boy (e.g. get out of the car by himself)

“a self!” = to tell me he did something by himself or wants to do something by himself

“a me!” =  look at me

“hold you” = he wants me to hold him

“what doing?", "where go?", "what wrong?"

“keys” = sunglasses – not sure why, he always gets them mixed up

“ben bunt” = belly button

“yay!  Schooly school!” when we pull into daycare

“jumpin’ ayeeea” = jumping area (when I set up all the cushions from the couch on the floor and they jump from the couch).  Have no idea when or why we started calling it this.

“eww!  yucky!” or “no like it” = don’t bother trying, he won’t eat anything green.

“Finn do it” = he got hurt, and Finn is the culprit.

I’m amazed at how much he’s learning and how many words he understands.  If I say something once, he’s like a sponge and never forgets it.  He can sing all of the ABCs by himself (obviously having no idea what it means), subbing in “Elmo and P” for “LMNOP”.  Other favorites: Jingle Bells (very weird to sing this in May),  Wheels on the Bus, Itsy Bitsy Spider.  All songs usually have a hard rock/heavy metal vibe – lots of aggressive guitar playing if he has his guitar out and lots of yelling.

The other day at dinner, he told us that he pushed Jane at school.  I got really stern with him and said that we never push our friends or hurt our friends.  I thought he was just making things up to chime in on the dinner conversation, but when I told Jenny about it, I got a message back from her saying that Jane told them that Mitch had pushed her!  It cracks me up that they have their whole little day at school that we don’t even know about and that now they’re able to actually tell us what happened there!  It doesn’t crack me up so much that he’s pushing Jane at school – sorry Jane. J 

  

Tonight, I was drying him off after his bath and singing happy birthday to him.  At the end, I said “Yay Mitchie!  Mitchie’s 2!” and he said “Yay!  Blow on it!” (as in, blow out the candles) and “Yay!  Mitchie party!”

 Happy birthday to our sweet little Mitchie.  We hope it's a great day - as happy and full of you as you are.  We love you!