This past weekend, our family took a trip to MSDB and since Grandma Sue is on the way, we stayed a night there and left Terren with her and Dennis while we other three went on to Great Falls.
The first day at Grandma's, while playing outside with his Dad, Terren took a tumble and gave himself his first black eye. Another small scar that will hopefully disappear. I'm not sure what's up with him falling on his face. He does have hands and they do work.
We took the boys out to a coworker of Grandma's and they had a chance to pet a steer and little baby lambs. Tayten enjoyed feeding the one little oinker. Terren just smiled like a crazy person when we stuck him in the pen with them.
Terren isn't saying any new words these days. We've lost "more", but still have "Mom, Dadda/y, & dah! (ball)" He is full of jibber jabber, but nothing comes out clearly. He has his own little way to call for Tayten, which kind of sounds like "Daddy", but we know it isn't "Daddy" because he usually signs his Daddy sign (pointer finger jabbing the temple) and says "daddy/dadda" when calling for his Dad. He says "Hi & Bye" which both sound more like "Eh!" and it is always paired with his cheesy grin. He is doing his best to imitate and yes, he can still hear!
He uses the "all done" sign paired with a grunt for everything: when you wash his face, brush his teeth, change his diaper, tickle him, when his cup is empty, when he finishes something on his plate, when we finish something on our plate, etc. He's a little obsessive about it. It's cute.
He's at a stage now where he does things to intentionally cause trouble or get a reaction. He is smart and naughty. He is definitely a boy. He has a temper. Mostly, he is a really good boy, but when things don't go his way, he'll let you know it. He's bit me twice and someone at daycare (luckily no harm done). He'll hit/slap. If Tayten (or anyone else) takes something away from him, he'll grab onto his shirt and hold on for dear life, trying to drag him down. He spits and he thinks it's funny. Me? Not so much! He's been having tantrums since before his first birthday, so hopefully he'll get all this aggression out and he'll be good by two. What? I can hope, right? He is really good, but don't mess with him. He's a fighter.
He still eats everything. He sleeps well and rises around six every morning. He runs. He loves being chased. He loves playing outside. He enjoys being pushed in his car. He thinks it's fun to go down the slide backwards, on his belly. His favorite toy is a "Dah!" He still loves bath time. He enjoys having his teeth brushed. When he's tired, he'll find his blanket and pacifier and expect you to carrier him to his room, but not until you rock for at least two minutes.
He's growning up. Fast. I am excited to see what the future brings, but it's sad. Each time he outgrows one of his cute little outfits, I am reminded that each day is precious.
I ALWAYS tell Tayten to stop growing or that he can't grow anymore and he thinks his mom is silly. Yesterday, he said, "Mom our tree is growing like me. I growing too." Then he looks at me with his sorry, but...smile, gives me a little nod and says, "We be big, Mom."
I love my boys. All three of them. And if the two grow up to be like their Daddy, then that will be okay. I will let them grow.
