Wednesday, April 28, 2010

I have a two-year-old.

I know there are much more parent-ally terrifying phrases to say, but until I have to say something like "I have an eight-year-old" or (even worse) "I have a teenager," I'm going to say that's one of the scariest (or maybe exhilarating?) phrases I have uttered in a really long time.

At his 2 year appointment, Matthew shocked us all by bounding from 5th percentile in weight and height to 18th and 8th respectively. His head is in the 25th percentile, which makes complete sense because it has to house an impressive brain like his father's.

The older he gets, the more his ways of thinking and doing things become evidently more like Krys. He's an extremely methodical toddler. He has certain ways of doing things and he has very well thought out plans. I can't wait to see if he's at good at math as I think he'll be.

Matthew has very impressive verbal skills. He really knows his way around a sentence. He says thinks like "Wheres cool buss?" (where's the school bus) and "Yook! COOOL BUSS" (Look mother! I have located the school bus!). He doesn't sign as much as he used to, but that's partially because we don't need him to anymore. His elocution is pretty darn good for a little guy and we can mostly get the drift of what he's saying to us.

His gross and fine motor skills are fantastic. He climbs, can open some doors, jumps, twirls, runs and turns on a dime, and colors like a maniac.

Matthew, as he has always been, perfectly himself.