1. Don't give them something you plan to take away later (that's when the tantrums start) example: Earlier it was close to naptime but Zach was playing in my parent's backyard. They help with lunch and nap due to my broken foot. I told Zach to stop taking things out of the garage once he had four new and interesting toys out. I closed the door so he couldn't run in to get more. He cried until he spotted his swing. He swang for a little longer then cried when I said it was time to go home until he fell asleep in the car. Sorry Pop but I knew you'd have to carry a sleeping Zach in the minute you asked me to let him play after lunch.
2. They love to help, a lot. example: he clears the table including trying to put what's left on the plate in the garbage and condiments back in the fridge. He says fridge and tugs on the door (luckily, he has issues opening doors still). I love encouraging him to try these things. I want him to be the helpful 16 year old too. He tells my mom and Josh where to put the groceries then insists on bringing them everything from the bags to help unload. He has always enjoyed unloading groceries but has gotten pickier about how it's done. He spends the day trying to help.
I did get a little emotional yesterday. It still feels like not that long ago we struggled to get pregnant and I was pregnant. What's with May anyway two years ago I was on bedrest throughout May this year the foot? Zach snuggled with me yesterday and it felt just like he did the day he was born. I remember him flashing those dimples that day. Just like he did throughout the day yesterday.
Knowing I would meet Isabelle at the party I found myself thinking of a different Isabelle. In November of 2008 my OBGYN put my on Clomid, a pill ment to help a woman ovulate at the right time. In the waiting room I met a women there with her mother-in-law for her 6 week post partum appointment. Adorable baby Isabelle in her arms. I had told her about the troubles we had getting pregnant. I ran into her last tuesday at the Y for Zach's gym class. She called "Isabelle stop" as I hopped in so I turned around and asked if her Dr. is Dr. Miller too. yes he is and she remembered me and my struggles. Her four year old daughter is a new big sister since in a carrier was a baby boy. I wondered if she had trouble getting pregnant the second time and thought of me since she remembered my story and me so clearly. Did hearing my story help her? That's why I'm open about the ups and downs in my life, they might help someone. I told her about my "two year old son" and she was very happy to hear that.
I love being a mommy. I love running into people we meet in one place in another. Zach is a social kid. I love that a kid in his swim class we met in Kohls in like March. I love that last summer we met a kid at the pool then ran into her at the playground in the park last fall. I love that he was playing with preschool kids this morning in the park (they were there on a class trip) then got in line when the teacher called the kids to line up. Parenting a two year old is a fun adventure. It makes the few adventurous things I've ever done look boring.
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| He knows when to let go of the ball too and hits it most of the time. |
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