My little man, my Bam Bam, my last baby is two! We are moving out of the baby years for the last time….and wow, was that a blur. It was a rough year for all four of us, those months between 1 and 2 years old. You seemed to pick up every illness on the block, and barely gained any weight as a result. You simply couldn’t–and wouldn’t!–eat because you never felt good. There were nights when all four of us dissolved into tears at dinner: you from the exhaustion of being repeatedly begged to eat; Dad from the frustration of having the same fight over food every night; me from the constant worry that you were going to be forever harmed if you didn’t eat RIGHT NOW; and Charlotte from being a mere pawn in the midst of all this stress.
It wasn’t pretty. It was a rocky, demanding, anxiety-provoking several months, bookended by visiting every medical specialist in the greater Portland area. Thank god that is all behind us now! And all for naught: you are healthy!
And what do we have, now that it’s over? An incredibly joyful, easy-going, mild-mannered, and affectionate little man! If you’d asked me 9 months ago what Baxter would be like at age two, I couldn’t have guessed it. I couldn’t have even dreamed it! Some of the highlights of two year old Baxter:
-Your shyness when you take the risk to gently start singing. As soon as someone clues into your tiny song, you get red-faced and try to hide! This is such a different side of the “Speedy” and “Bam Bam” Baxter that we all know.
-Your fearless love of jumps (pronounced “dhumps!”) and your incessant need to jump off anything you can find: big, small, round, or dangerous. “Mommy! Dhumps!” you shout, most often followed by “I fall!” and a silly laugh.
-The day you rushed up to me after school and said “Mommy! Banana. Fall down. Mess, floor. No bib! Dirty!” I got the more coherent version from your teacher (your banana fell out of your sandwich at lunch time, got messy on the floor, and you ended up with sun butter all over your shirt because you forgot a bib), but it almost didn’t matter. You had a vibrant memory of something that had happened 4 hours ago, and you couldn’t WAIT to tell me when I picked you up. What language! And what presence of mind!
-You are starting to love books just like your big sister. Just tonight you gently pushed a Thomas the Tank Engine book onto my lap, curled my fingers around the cover, and asked “Read? Mommy?” You love to point out who is sad, who is hurt, and who is funny in these books.
-You love men! At your birthday party when you needed help, someone said “Take it to Bunna, she can open it.” You walked right past Bunna and asked Papa for help. When Nanny and Grampie leave our house, you run straight to Grampie and ask for kisses. When we talk about going to Memere and Papa’s house, you quickly correct us and say “No! Just Papa’s house!” And Uncle “Trabass” is basically your idol.
For all the frustrations and tears we shared last year, we’ve come out on the other side much better for it. You love your sister “Shart” to death–you follow her around and just die if you can make her laugh. You’re really good at mimicking her, following her directions (at times) and pushing her down (at times). It has been beautiful to watch your relationship develop. Last week when I caught sight of you two holding hands across car seats in my rearview, my heart nearly burst.
You are still loud and proud, and you still do many things a mile a minute, but you have slowed down in some regards. You can play with trucks for hours, and you entertain yourself with trains every evening. You wake up in the morning needing a solid five minutes of cuddles, and at bedtime you ask to “No, just sit” awhile longer when I try to put you in bed. You fool most people with your rough-and-tumble, all-boy personality; we get the best snuggles, wet kisses, and long-lasting hugs at home. You are still a Bam Bam, but you’re an affectionate little monkey too 🙂
Keep on rockin’ in the free world, Bud. You’re loving every minute of it, and so are we! Love,