Collin turns two this week so hows about giving you an exclusive interview with the noob two’b? Sure, you say? Okay then.
Begin interview with a fresh 2 year old:
How old will you be tomorrow?
How old is mommy?
How old is Daddy?
What is your favorite color?
What do you like to eat?
What does Daddy like to do?
Go. Car. Bye. work. Oh-no.
What does Mommy like to do?
Cut. Apple? ‘kay!
What is your favorite animal?
What animal is scary?
What is your favorite movie?
What is your favorite toy?
Plane. Ball. block. Juice. Pool.
Where is your favorite place to go?
Pop. Nan. (My parents’ house) Nene. (Craig’s mom’s house)
What makes you happy?
What makes you sad?
While he’s the little bro, in many ways, Collin is a big brother. Although it kind of breaks my heart to watch Collin grab Emmett’s hand and help guide him to me when I call for a diaper change, or when Emmett’s having a mini-meltdown, I’m grateful he’s up for the brotherly challenge.
- Tattling on everyone, including himself.
- Giving me smiles and hugs every single morning …until recently: opposite world.
- Putting things away
- …and then dumping them out immediately.
- Sneaking food right out from under the nose of each brother.
- Watching me change Emmett’s diaper from point two inches away and talking about the contents, and repeating the subject matter over and over again until he’s gotten eye contact from me.
- Overly eager to throw diapers away to the point that if I’m not vigilant, he’ll grab the soiled diap before I’ve wrapped it closed.
- Has the volume level of a banshee, and exercises his ability half-hourly. Sometimes 5-minutely.
Collin is still my little attached baby. He still has lingering separation anxiety, though not nearly like he did exactly one year ago.
He is still nursing!
Collin is the first baby of ours which I can proudly say I’ve breastfed in the way that I’d hoped.
I’d half-heartedly hoped I could nurse my boys until two years old, but after struggling so awfully with Lexington, I gave up all expectations, and all hope. So, at two years with Collin continuing to nurse, even as I expect my supply to dry up any week now, from pregnancy hormones going through the roof, I feel triumphant and so proud of myself for battling through the rough patches of learning this (unexpectedly) difficult mothering job. And a JOB it is, indeed.
Collin is also the first med-free birth I’ve experienced. If you’re feeling like going on that crazy ride, here’s his birth story.
And lastly, a little throwback to his 4 month old hairdo:
That’s it! Happy Birthday, little boy! You’ve got my heart forever and ever.