
So I suppose at the ripe old age of two one can no longer be referred to as a baby. Is that the general consensus? He's a toddler now?
A few months ago my sister-in-law had gotten a "2" balloon for her daughter's second birthday and thought that since she had it she would put it to good use taking photos of the balloon with Dominic and also Lena, separately. I never say no. Ashley could suggest the most ridiculous of photo shoots and I would be like yes! When! Where! I just love the moments that she captures of my family and I know I'll treasure them forever. So thank you to her!
But anyways back to my darling two year old... sniff.
We are finally talking! Nothing crazy here, I mean the man still has serious issues expressing his feelings, but he is at least able to repeat practically anything and say please and thank you and the like. He can communicate what shows he wants on tv or if he requires help with something... Screaming is still his number one form of communication but we are working through it. He's got his own agenda and he's unwilling to budge an inch from said plan.
We are still working on his eating, just like his brother. We just don't push it with him because we like our ear drums intact. He does do great eating apple sauce or bananas so there is a redeeming side to him. Plus he likes pasta. One can sneak all manner of things in pasta. Just don't say the words "ice cream" in his presence unless he is able to gettheicecreaminhismouthrightnow.
Dom is exhausting and infuriating and adorable and lovey and yeah. He's impossible to describe. But if you know him, you get it. And always protect yourself. He's strong and violent. I'm lucky I still have all my teeth....
And now he's two! Yaaaaaay! The terrible two's!!!! Yay.
Dominic at twenty-two months. eighteen months. sixteen months. one year. eleven months. ten months. nine months. eight months. seven months. six months. five months. four months. three months. two months. one month. birth.