It's no secret that this boy has a mind of his own. He is probably exactly what they talk about when referring to 2-year-olds. The sweetest, cutest, most fun people on earth, and the scariest. He is a master temper-tantrum-thrower. A master. He knows how to get my blood pressure rising and my patience to nill almost instantly. It's so frustrating for both of us. He clearly knows exactly what he wants, and I clearly cannot figure it out. I can only imagine how that must feel. I wish I knew the solution. His physical therapist and I have discussed that it is probably his need for a little control, even subconsciously. He's had so much done for him and to him and he needs to feel like he has a say in things.I feel like I have tried everything under the sun, but when it comes down to it, when he is mad about something he is going to scream it to the world. I hope that it is just a normal 2-year-old phase and not indicative of his behaviour through life.
He is the sweetest, cuddliest boy. He is happy a majority of the time. He is talkative and animated. He is going through a mommy phase right now and does not want to be left anywhere, with anyone. He just wants me. He says "mommy hold you?" throughout the day and there is nothing I love more than a snuggle with him. He doesn't like a crowd. He had no interest in opening his Christmas presents in front of everyone. He has no interest in being in the group. He is his own little guy and I am figuring that out more and more all of the time. I love that he is his own unique little person. It's so interesting having two completely different little people living here and constantly trying to figure out what works with each one. It's a puzzle.
Last night, when Matt and I were about to go to bed, I crept down the hall to check on the boys, like I always do. I slowly opened the door. It only opened about a foot before it was stuck. I squeezed in and saw my sweet little boy, curled up by the door, a toy in each hand, fast asleep. He was so adorable, sweet, and innocent. I scooped him up and my heart was bursting with love. He smelled so clean and fresh and I couldn't put him in his bed. I carried him into our room and laid him down in our bed. I smelled his hair and kissed his chubby cheeks over and over. I held his soft little hands. I cuddled with that boy all night and woke up to him climbing all over me. I know I can't do this every night, but last night it was perfect. He is perfect.