What I Love About My Son

My 2 Year old son, Fletcher, makes my heart happy. I see him learning more and more every single day.  He is becoming quite the talker too.  I wanted to list all of my favorite things about him because he has been on my mind a lot.

I love that he goes and grabs a cleaning cloth when he spills something on the floor or table.

I love how he runs to his brother every time he cries and tries to make him stop with kisses and hugs.

I love the toys he picks as his favorites.  Currently he is dragging around an old school phone and 3 James the Train Pez Dispensers (with no pez in them).  He even slept with all 3 for his nap.

I love that he falls asleep while I read him “The Tiny Seed” for his nap, every single day, by the third from last page.

I love that he comes up to me, his brother, and his Daddy and says “I Love You” for no good reason.

I love that he now shakes our hands and says “nice to meet you” which sounds like “dee doo.”

I love how he lines up all of his toys in a row and tells them to “go.”

I love (and hate) that he only counts by saying “boo, ba, boo, ba” even though I know darn well he knows the numbers.

I love that he knows so many colors and shapes and finds them everywhere in everyday life, like the triangle on the floor, the oval on a paper, or the rectangle of the door.

I love that he can find the smallest thing, far away, and point it out.  Like a penguin on a Xmas sweater in a store, and then say “wah wah” for what the penguin says.

I love his independent spirit even though it can be challenging.

I love the face he makes when he is mad, and how he sighs and shrugs his shoulders with it.

I love that he still wants to place his hand in my cleavage for comfort, only when he really needs it, as a remnant of our nursing days.

I love when he pats the bed or seat next to him when he wants us to sit with him.

I love how he can always find the moon in the sky no matter how small or dark it is.

I love his concerned nature.  He says “oh no!” when we read books or watch a show in which a person is in trouble.

I love that he enjoys putting on all of our shoes and walking around the house.

I love that he knows what Santa says.

I love how he still wants to snuggle with his face directly on my chest, and will pull my shirt aside to make sure that happens.

I love his smiles.

I love that he has learned the word “mine” but will still share his toys when we ask.

I love the way his hair looks after he wakes up from a nap.

I love how he can fall asleep with his Daddy in the strangest ways.

I love how every “scary” animal makes the same growl, tiger, lions, bears, alligators, and so on.

I love how he grabs my hand and says “walk” when he wants something or wants to play.

I love that his 3rd word was balloon, and how much joy he gets from them.

I love that he says “thank you” more often than not.

I love how he is already an iPhone expert.

I love how he says “home” when he realizes where we are on our drive.

I love the way he plays with his trains and that he knows who Thomas and Toby are.

I love that he knows who Mario is.

I love how he sees older men with mustaches and calls them “pawpaw.”

I love how he talking in a robot voice and says every word he knows in it.

I love that he is an awesome dancer and can pick up any move he sees on TV.

I love how much he loves his brother.

And I love the way he runs into his daddy’s arms when he comes home from work and how excitedly he says “Daddy, Daddy!”

2 Years is a challenging age.  We have plenty of daily struggles.  He throws his fair share of tantrums and he can get ugly.  But I remind myself that I am so lucky to have him.  He is so loving and sweet and bright.  Even though every single day is a battle with the 2 kids, and there is a lot of crying and screaming involved, I am still one lucky mama to the two most handsome boys on earth!

PS.  If you love my boys too, they have a whole YouTube Channel full of their antics.  I upload a lot for our family to see, but you are welcome to watch too!