As we get closer to two, the more anxious I become of the notorious terrible twos. While we are still a month away, I am loving this age. It's a good thing because the last time I wrote a monthly update, I was already missing my co-parent. It hasn't always been easy, but this age is an awesome time to have him all to myself. B's vocabulary is exploding. He isn't just pointing out airplanes and bugs, he's expressing details and feelings behind those things, loud, heavy, sticky, eww. He is imaginative and silly and a storyteller. All of these things play a huge part in his new favorite pastime, cooking in the kitchen.
Bennett learned that it is ok to miss your dad as long he apologizes for his absence with a kid-size microwave, oven, sink and ice maker.
We learned that there are a million and one ways to prepare a plastic piece of bacon, play block, cardboard cutout, tinker toy and a refrigeratoe magnet.
Bennett learned his manners, peas and you gelcome.
We learned you can almost forgive a push, a kick or an elbow if you accompany it with an "excuse me's.
Bennett learned to walk backwards.
We learned that to drive backwards you "Don't need to know where I'm going, just need to know where I've been."
Bennett learned that that even though he might be a decade away from reaching the pedals, he can't get enough Cars.
Bennett learned to do the chicken dance.
We learned that Bennett is just as good at pretending to be an airplane as flying on an airplane.
Bennett learned how to toast.
We learned that Bennett isn't quite ready to sleep in a grown-up bed.
Bennett learned that rolling off the bed isn't worth waking up for.
We learned that waking up to that sweet face is worth any sleepless night waiting for a thump.