"jraw a big twuk, mama." (Draw a big truck, mama." for all you people who can't decipher two year old.)
*he lays down....sits back up*
"A big wed twuck....a big wed djump twuck" ("a big red dump truck" complete with big fish lips and a tonne of spit)
*lays down and up again at lightning speed*
"And an egskabater. A blue one. A blue Daddy egskabter.....wit a twactor...and cows...and BRIAR in it!" (I do wonder some times how he talks this way. I try to pronounce some of these words the way he does and it never works. He just sound so sweet."
*lays down. up again.*
"a red white twactor wit cows and Briar. Otay?"
This went on for about ten minutes. I could have stopped it. I could have said no. That it was enough. But I couldn't. He was so earnest and excited. So vocal. So articulate.
I am in awe of the little boy that he is morphing into. He is so like Jeff in someways that it simultaneously makes me extremely pleased and so very sad. He loves to laugh. He loves to make little two year old jokes. He thinks tooting is hilarious. So is burping. He is gentle with animals and loves babies.
His big sister is his hero. I think he'd follow her to the end of the Earth while listening to her chatter and holding her hand. Only Liv can make things better for him sometimes. They do fight occasionally...sometimes, often. But they forget about it quickly and are rushing off to play 'dolphins' or 'birds' or 'Little House on the Prairie' before you know it. He is a quiet thinker. I'll immersed in something and I look over to find him with an intense look of concentration while he examines a dandelion seed head. He's found his 'voice' lately and will yell (or scream) at the top of his lungs to express his displeasure. I think I take his easy-going nature for granted sometimes.
I am so lucky to have such sweet, amazing little teachers guiding me through this parenting thing. I am learning so much. I only wish I could learn it faster so I would know that I wasn't causing any permanent mental distress!