oh, and before i go on, let me clarify something. from this point forward, i WILL be referring to him as 24 months. or 26 months. or 30 months. i'm not ready yet to give that up. just so you know...
okay. so at 24 months. here is what pratt enjoys.
being naked. he does not get this from me. when he gets out of the bathtub at night, he LOVES to run around totally naked. i usually don't have to worry because he's already gone potty and so i'll let him do it until he has to get in bed. then the pjs go on. last night he shut the playroom door on us and it got pretty quiet in there. dad opened the door to find a small pellet of you-know-what on the bench of his table. clint said, "pratt..." and he goes, "uh, yes. i poop. right dare." and pointed at it. so we sat on the toilet for a little while. read a few more books. but nothing worked. we haven't mastered the art of number 2 on the potty yet. number 1, we're golden. number 2. we're, well...not anything near golden. like, golden on opposite day.
he loves playdoh and crayons and markers. and fingerpaints. and construction paper. he loves building blocks, making "houses" and playing trains. when i'm playing with him, he will randomly look up at me and say, "mom, fun!" nothing make me happier.
he is still eating like a bird. but about every 3 days, he will eat an entire plate of something and ask for more. he still loves fruit. and prefers it to most anything else. at his 2 year appointment, dr. stanford told me that he wasn't going to worry about his weight anymore. that he's resigned to the fact that he is tall (36 inches, 90th percentile) and skinny skinny (26 pounds, 11th percentile, i think).
his vocabulary is a direct result of us talking to him like he is an adult. seriously. when i was losing my mind when he was around 2 months, i started talking in full sentences to him. i've never stopped. none of us have. he is extremely observant. he can pick up on our emotions very quickly. he is really funny and knows when something funny happens around him. i think it's based on our reactions, but still, when he fake laughs at something, i can't help but chuckle.
there are two things that tie for my favorite characteristic about him at this moment:
one. when we sit down at the dinner table at night, he reminds us to pray. he will put his little hands together and say, "pray? pray mom! pray dad!" and after we've said the prayer, he will say, "amen" right with us. the entire time dad is praying, pratt is looking from his hands to clint's face. then back to his hands. it's one of the sweetest things i've ever seen. i know without a doubt, it's the Lord working in him. and it reminds me daily to be better. because i have little eyes watching me. all.the.time.
two. just how friendly he is. as you all know, i totally have social anxiety. it kills me to walk in a room where i don't know anyone. pratt is one hundred and eighty degress the opposite of me. he LOVES meeting people. he loves speaking to people. and smiling at them. talking to them. etc, etc. he gets this from his daddy. and it makes me love him and his daddy more than i ever thought possible.
he is just like me in one sense. he has trouble sometimes enjoying the present because he's so worried about the future. when he's doing something fun, he will sometimes look up and say, "naptime, mom? we have to go now?". it breaks my heart. he doesn't dislike taking a nap. he never cries before naptime. i think it's that he gets so wrapped up in having fun, that he can't stand to think about having to do something different. we've talked about it alot. but i just pray that he isn't like this forever. i'm this way. and it's miserable sometimes.
more than ever before, i realize how lucky and blessed we are to have a healthy and happy baby. not a night goes by that i don't thank God for this. every single day with a healthy child is a blessing. remember that. and pray for those babies out there who are sick. there are so many of them...
here is my sleepy-eyed shadow at 24 months...
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I'm telling. You opened your eyes during the prayer.
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