There are no more babies at my house--today Oscar is officially 2 years old. I have two little people living with me. When did that happen?
I crack up at my youngest little person. He wants to do everything that Elsie wants to do. If she says something, he wants to repeat it and does, putting "too" on the end. Makes for some humorous situations.
Elsie: Mommy, I need new panties!
Oscar: I need new panties, too!
Elsie: I want to be a princess!
Oscar: I want to be a princess, too!
Elsie: I just farted.
Oscar: I just farted, too!
And yes, we use the word "farted." That's just life.
For a while Eli was concerned that Oscar might not have any musical genes, but he has become musical, singing to himself, making up happy songs (particularly when there is cheese involved). At bedtime, he wants me to sing "Jesus Loves Me Dino" ("this I know" somehow sounds like dino to him). He sings along loudly. He love the Sing-a-ma-jig that we have, and can match it tone for tone. No worries, Eli.
His favorite saying is "Go to bed! Right now!" Elsie used to tell me to put him to bed when he was annoying her, and now they tell each other. It's pretty funny, except not so much when he tells me.
He wakes up earlier than Elsie and loves to just talk talk talk. The other morning Eli left early, so he put Oscar on the bed where I was still sleeping. He practiced: "Mommy, go to bed, right now!" "Daddy, go to bed, right now!" "Eh-see, go to bed, right now!" And he cycled through again and again. It was entertaining, to say the least.
He'll frequently tell me "I want to carry you." I always tell him I'm too heavy, and then we "figure out" that he wants me to carry him. He's getting clingier and clingier and we're probably going to go through full-blown separation anxiety soon, much like we did with Elsie when she was a little over two.
And recently, he has started telling me that he needs to go potty, and I'm not sure what to do with the information. Sometimes I set him on the seat, and others I just ignore since he's never done anything on the potty.
But, he's also still so sweet and super cuddly. Where did my baby go?
Oscar, in the hospital at birth:
My little man, within the last couple of weeks.
Frankly, I'm glad he grew out of his "ugly baby" phase. Now I just want to kiss his sweet head every time he comes near me.
We will not, however, forget that he is going through a biting phase. This is a "picture of Oscar's teeth" on Elsie's inner thigh. Poor girl has been bitten more times by Oscar than by ants, and that's saying a lot. Thankfully, it's slowing down and happening less frequently now.
As far as birthday parties, we didn't do anything formal. We spent the weekend at the beach with Eli's mom's side of the family and had cupcakes for him there. I'm okay with that, I think. It was just crazy because Eli was gone to drill.
Anyway, that's my little man. Can't believe my baby is not a baby anymore.