Mitchell has discovered the joy of playing hide and seek, so sometimes as I’m walking through a room he will randomly pop out from behind a door. Or a laundry basket.
In true little boy fashion, this quickly escalated into jumping in the laundry basket on the bed. What could go wrong?
Yesterday I got a sample diaper in the mail for She Who Must Not Be Named. Mitchell immediately grabbed it and tried to put it on himself. I told him it wouldn’t fit, it was for his baby sister. So he ran off with it, and this is how I found him.
He will generally point at my belly when I ask him where his baby sister is, but I guess he got a bit confused. But hey, at least he wants to help! That’ll be nice! Or messy. But what isn’t messy when Mitchell is involved?
For her part, it seems that the little lady can’t wait to get out here and join in the fun. I think my body made a mistake and put my bladder inside my uterus this time, because she is uncannily accurate in her punches. I haven’t had a whoopsie yet (*knock on wood*) but it can only be a matter of time. I’m surprised at how different this pregnancy has been. Even now, when she’s started moving around, she even moves differently. Mitchell’s movements were big, quick jabs. Hers are more…kind of constant shuffling or wiggling. Even at night. I guess I should have been more grateful for Mitchell’s stillness at night, because this lady HATES any pressure on my belly. She’s very possessive of her space. I’m a stomach sleeper. So I try to sleep on my side, but if any part of my belly touches the bed, she kicks it. All night long. All. Night. Long. I finally get Mitchell sleeping through the night…
Oh, and new ways to use the easel!
This is how Mitchell sleeps. Adorably. He makes a nest for himself with all of his stuffed animals. It’s a thing. Every day. Sometimes I try to empty the bed of stuffed animals so, you know, there’s room for him, but he just puts them all back on the bed.
This toy just got upgraded to the most annoying toy ever.
Remember that adorable action? Can you believe it was two years ago? Because I can’t.
Yes, this post is a few days late, but it turns out Mitchell REALLY gets into the birthday spirit (ME ME ME ME ME ME ME!). Oh well. He learns from the best.
He had a fantastic time at his birthday party. We rented a bounce house and several of his little friends came to play with him. He refused to open the majority of his presents because he just wanted to play in the bounce house or on the playground. It turns out he has opinions now.
He’s started referring to himself as “yeah yeah yeah”. He points at me and says, “mama mama mama”, then to Justin and says “dada dada dada”, then to himself and says “yeah yeah yeah”. This was especially cute at 5:45 this morning when he was laying in between Justin and I. He is doing so well sleeping in his own bed. He very rarely wakes up in the middle of the night. But most mornings between 5:30 and 6:30, Kingsley gets up, walks into his room, and shakes. His collar and tags start jangling and Mitchell’s night is all over. Every once in a while I can pull him into bed with me and he’ll go back to sleep, but most mornings he wants to get up. Sometimes he even brings me the bag of bagels. Because that’s how he starts his day: a bagel and cream cheese. My 2-year-old is an old man.
My 2-year-old is also very mischievous. He loves playing jokes. One of his favorites is to hide Justin’s shoes in the morning. He hates it when Justin leaves. I think a lot of it is that he’s very mad that he doesn’t get to accompany him. He LOVES Justin’s car. We pretty much take it everywhere now. I have no idea what’s so great about it, but Mitchell is obsessed.
It’s funny how the older he gets, the harder he is to describe. He has so many different moods. I can’t make blanket statements about him anymore. “He’s an angel.” Well, that’s just not true. Even on his best days, he likes getting into trouble. But he’s certainly a good kid. Sometimes we have a bad day and I think that I’ve completely failed him, he doesn’t know how to behave, and then we go to the mall play area or something and I see a child acting so completely ridiculous, and there’s my child, looking at the other child like he’s crazy, and I have to remember that even on his worst day, compared to a lot of kids, he’s pretty fantastic.
Pictures from the birthday party!
Check out Mitchell’s new
easel jungle gym!
Putting it together with daddy…
This kid is just too adorable.
To be fair, he’s asleep two hours earlier than usual because he never recovered from being told he couldn’t have Cheerios in the bathtub, but still. Adorable.
Legitimate concern: what if we used up all our adorable genes the first time around?
We got to see the little blob on Tuesday. A lot’s happened in the last month, so the blob is looking a lot less like a blob and a lot more like a baby.
Yes, that’s right, Mitchell will be a big brother to a little girl! Little She Who Shall Not Be Named (because Justin and I can’t agree on a name) was very modest and we almost didn’t get to find out if she was a she. She kept her legs crossed for most of the ultrasound and even when she was poked and prodded and convinced to spread ’em a bit, she threw her hand down there to cover herself. But, finally, she agreed to show herself.
I’m excited, I’m scared, I’m probably everything one should be when expecting.
Here we go…little She Who Shall Not Be Named!