The J-man is having one of those days. OK, maybe one of those weeks. He does brilliantly at some things (see also: the typing thing!), and then completely loses it with others (see also: speech therapy today. Whew!). I don’t know if he’s still just off his game from being at the grandparents for the weekend, or if he’s going through a growth spurt or some kind of developmental spurt, or what, but it’s been WILD in the old Flashlight house lately.
First off, little man isn’t sleeping a whole lot. He is spending more and more time kicking the side of the crib instead of sleeping. Second, he’s not listening to directions as well – yes, I know we’re talking about a 2-year-old, but there were still things he would respond to. His eating has been pickier than ever – although cheese toast is still a huge hit, the nuggets aren’t as awesome as they used to be. And, the shirt chewing is back. He essentially is a big ball of stress.
On the plus side though, he knows WAY more of the alphabet than we thought. When we sing it to him, he says, or tries to say, many of the letters, and is learning to recognize them on the keyboard, or in his ABC board books, as well. Go little man! He is pointing to and recognizing more pictures in the book Tim reads him every night at bathtime, and there is nothing so cool as watching your kid point out ALL the flowers on the page when asked where the flowers are – especially when we had only previously pointed out the flowers in the ground that Tigger is watering, not the ones Pooh is holding, or the ones by the fence, or the one that Eeyore is admiring.
He’s also really working on saying “I love you” which will just melt your heart. He’s working hard on climbing and going down steps, and is able to do it holding onto the rail and someone’s hand – occasionally taking “big boy steps” which I don’t think we’ve consciously tried to get him to do yet.
Hopefully, we’ll settle back down soon, since he has a hearing test next week, then (dun dun duuun!) the dentist the week after. Can’t wait.