The happiest of birthdays to my middle child! I'm sure I'll always try and compensate for his birth order in some way or another. An extra hug or maybe the allowance to wander away from the table during dinner while we bring the hammer and make his older sister suffer through it? I find myself constantly excusing his behavior to Letty... Oh he doesn't know better than that he's just two. Or the like. Well now he be three. And I feel like he has gone through a complete personality overhaul and back again (almost) in the last few months. He was once so sweet and good. So happy and easy going. The kid could go anywhere and do anything and not bat an eye. Well now? Gird your loins. My girlfriend once described him as Chris Farley-like. Round and soft and happy. Until you make him angry. And then he lives! in! a! van! down! by! the! river! Unable to find the words to express anything properly he just screams as loud as he can until his eyes bulge out of his head. And yet when not angry he is such a talker! So much more so than his sister at this age. We can have complete conversations. And the vocabulary! Dinosaur names. Excavator names. Train names. Lots of names. He's recently added singing to his repertoire, mainly songs about diggers and monster trucks. Along with all his talking is his intellect which is top notch in my experienced opinion. I don't worry about him and school in the least.
He sleeps amazingly well; this has always been the case with him. To bed with no fuss at 8 on the dot and up 11-12 hours later. Grumpy with a noggin full of bed head as has been his typical morning version of himself since forever. He always take a few moments to collect himself and prepare for the day.
He eats horribly; this has always been the case with him. Chicken nuggets, peanut butter crackers, chocolate milk. Cookies!! There is zero color to his diet. We sneak liquid vitamins in with his milk every day. He thinks fruit and vegetables are ewwww!!! And finds zero fun in dipping. If there is an offensive item on his plate he will just push the entire thing away. Bad plate!
He loves trains and diggers and especially monster trucks lately. Things with wheels are his most favorite, as always. Paw Patrol and Blaze and the Monster Machines (let's blaze!) are his current favorite shows.
Potty training? Ha! Moving on.
The poor boy was diagnosed with allergies this year and has been living on Flonase and Zyrtec, which might explain his crankiness this spring (which was awful, looking back!). He still repeats himself endlessly. He still likes things juuuust so and enjoys his routines. He will choose the same book every night before bed for a week or two and then move on to another for the next two weeks. He isn't shy and self conscious - he just jumps right in and plays with abandon. He isn't afraid of rides or the characters at amusement parks but hates being left alone in the basement for fear of dinosaurs. Big Hero 6 gave him nightmares the second time he watched it (not the first) and now he freaks out whenever we change the tv over to DVD because he associates all movies with those bad robots!! Bad. Robots.
And he still says fire *uck.
Who David is at 31 months. 28 months. 2 years. 18 months. 16 months. 1 year. 11 months. 10 months. 9 months. Birth Story.
And as always any photos of any decent quality (years zero and one) were taken by Wishbone Photography.
