Knox - 30 Months

My little man turned 30 months on the 26th. 2.5 years old. Man, where does the time go? I wanted to put some things down about him so that I will remember some tid bits about him during this age.

I am pretty certain every mom will tell you that each month is their "favorite" stage. I definitely feel that way. It's nothing short of amazing to watch the little tiny baby that you gave birth to grow and develop and learn and play and become a little person. I love my days with him. No, I don't love each and every second of every day, but I love every day with him. He is so incredible sweet, and I believe he is getting sweeter with age. He looks exactly like his daddy, and I couldn't be any more in love with that. He can be extremely shy and standoff-ish when he first shows up to most settings, and he looks at me like "where are you going, mom?" but give him 5 minutes and he is rip-roaring around the place.

 He loves to be outside and has a deep passion for playing with any type of ball be it golf, baseball, basketball, etc. Of course, I am thrilled by this, but I have to keep myself in check that I don't let it consume me. I only want him to play sports if it's what he wants to do (this will be much harder to say if he ends up not liking sports). I could spend hours outside with him. Hours. And we try to do that as much as possible. We usually have to end up dragging him in for dinner and he comes in from the backyard with dirt all over him. I love it. Listening to him and Lee play basketball is one of the best sounds to me. Whatever he ends up liking in the future, I do hope that he will always enjoy being outside and enjoying nature and the fresh air.

He loves his sister. I mean, loves her. We ask him all the time if he wants another brother or sister and he always answers "sister." He calls her "sissy" a lot, and shares toys with her...on a good day :). He is concerned when she's crying, wants to make sure that she has whatever he has, i.e. goldfish, cheerios, milk, etc. One of my favorite things every night after their bath is when Lee and I take one to each room and get their pajamas on. Their rooms are on the opposite ends of the hallway, so you can look down the hall and see each other. I never tell him, but it is always a favorite memory for me to look down the hall and see Lee getting Knox dressed and talking to him. Once Knox is dressed, he comes busting out of his room and screams,"Night Night, Sissy!! LOVE YOU!" as he is banging trucks against my walls and floors. Sometimes Lee and I will make eye contact with each other when we are both there to witness it, and we share a quick smile. It's little things like that that help make the whiney and fussy days a little bit more manageable :).

He has become a little obsessed with puzzles, and has started showing Greer how to do them. She will throw her chunky arm up there and try to do a few pieces. It's hilarious. 

He has become quite the bargainer with books. He will beg and plead for you to read 50 books to him at night. And this child loves to sing. After we read, I sometimes lay there with him for a while and sing with him. I wish I could make time stand still when that happens. 

And then there's this hair. Oh, this hair. I took a picture of it and sent it to a friend of mine because we had just finished discussing the thickness and texture of it. I'm not too sure you can really tell in the pictures, but I do believe that he has more hair than I do. On the morning that I took these, we were headed over to Mobile to see my grandmother. When we left the house, he had wet hair. 1 hour later, when we pulled up to Wawa's house, he had wet hair. SERIOUSLY? And here's another fun fact. It will dry in whatever place it's in while drying, if you can understand that. Such as...if he runs through the house and pushes it all crazy in 50 different ways (which is what normally happens), then it will dry in all 50 different ways and STAY that way. On days when we have "dressier" occasions, my blood pressure races a little over this hair. I don't even ask for perfection...just that it would lay down instead of stick up :). And don't doubt that we have taken the hair dryer to it a few times so that it would speed up the drying process. Don't judge until you have walked a mile in my shoes. This hair might be the death of me!

I feel like the Lord has really been trying to teach me to slow down and not worry about the small things so much (except for his hair! ha!). Shoot, I have probably been "trying" to learn that since shortly after he was born. If only I could master that concept and move on to another one! Isn't it funny how we are suppose to be the ones teaching our children, but it always turns out that they are the ones that end up teaching us about ourselves?  I am definite that I will forever be in learning mode with the kids, and even though I am sure that it won't always be a fun type of learning, I know it will always be good. Hopefully I will have a teachable spirit!

Here's to having a "closer to 3 than he is to 2" year old baby boy! I am going to blink and he will be starting Kindergarten. No, please...