Well, according to his two-year appt this morning, I am the proud Mom of a still perfectly happy and healthy boy. He's 35 1/2 inches tall, and still 28 lbs (which he's been since he turned 1, actually).He's at or ahead of all the things they check on at this age. And in addition to all the words he knows, he also understands everything in Spanish and can speak a little here and there. The lady who watches him during the day speaks almost no english with him, and he follows all directions to a "T". He is also always perfectly behaved with her, too, which kinda infuriates me at times.
This morning Andy was riding with us to the doctor's and so the seat in front of Brent was back further than usual to accomodate a person. And I guess in our small car now it created a situation where Brent's foot actually TOUCHED the seat in front of him!!!!! I add the exclamation points to show how terrifically important that was for some reason. The tears and mess that this caused were completely real, even if I didn't understand why. I guess that's just part of being two. It can be pouring down tantrums one second, and sunny smiles the next. Never boring, I'll give it that.
But usually it's sunny these days. We have a good nighttime schedule, and he sleeps through 99% of the time (if he doesn't, there's always a good reason for it). As long as you don't attempt to undress or dress him in the morning, they always run smoothly also. So we go to daycare in his PJ's, but that's okay in my book. One less thing to worry with :)
We are fastly approaching potty training to, so stay tuned for some promising stories in the near future.
