Every day when Alex pulls me outside to blow bubbles or run around and look for butterflies..he says "nice day outside mommy". I know it's because my mom was here and would always comment on how nice the days were. But it's still so cute that he picked that up. His smiling optimism floats over to me and I'm swept up into it and can't help grinning at him because just being around this little sunny boy makes me so happy I don't even know what to do with myself! Some moments are so wonderful I want to remember them forever.. like how good a dancer he is and how uninhibited he is about his dancing...he tells me "mommy come dance you!" He has cute slinky smooth moves and loves to spin around...he loves dancing and music, all kinds. It doesn't matter what kind of music it is, if there is any kind of beat he will be moving.
Other moments. . . not so easy. I am learning that patience is not something you have naturally(and it's something you can absolutely not live without if you have a toddler) but it's something that has to grow in you...with pain and suffering! Seriously, I know you're thinking, how can I talk about how lovely it is with Alex and all of a sudden talk about pain and suffering! It's the duality of toddlerhood. You've got a Dr.Jekyll/Mr.Hyde thing happening... As long as I say YES to every wish, desire and command that proceed from the boy's mouth: then we have a sunny time, but watch out when I have to say NO. The sunny boy becomes a thunderstorm complete with thunder stomping and ear piercing screaming. Sometimes distraction works to stop the storm but sometimes nothing works and we have to wait it out. Those times = not fun. The problem is, I happen to be a bit of an up and down person myself (I know some of you are probably laughing at that understatement) so I should be able to understand Alex. Well, let's just say I'm learning patience :)
But oh how I love the boy! And, I have to mention, I love his baby brother too. My little chub-chub. Today we'll find out how much he weighs but I'm sure it's at least 11 pounds...he is a chunk of baby. And he's started smiling...he stares at me with little flared nostrils and focuses so hard and then shoots me the cutest little crooked smile. I love it!
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