Ben turned two last week. He never seem to have a grasp on the concept of “birthday”. He did, however, grasp the concept of “present”, enjoyed unwrapping them, enjoyed playing with them (his favorites being the Cars Lego set courtesy of the Delaware Crew, and a dump truck that moves and makes noises at the push of a button), and requested more.
The bigger change of the day for him was at his day care, as he got booted up from the “fabulous frogs” class to the “funky monkeys”. Entering the monkey classroom meant cutting through a classroom of older kids, which cowed him a bit, but the moment he hit the classroom and saw that they had both blocks and a train table, he was happy, and he appears to be taking very well to it (although he is still anxious about being left there each day.)
Ben has turned into a “I’d rather do it myself” kind of kid. I’ve known two year olds to climb into their dining room child seat themself; I’ve never known one to then buckle themself in. We carefully avoid trying to measure his development to see if he’s “on schedule”, but life sometimes gives us the suggestion that he’s a bit ahead of the curve. In speech, that’s pretty clear…. but the other day I had took him to the docor for a head bump (looked worse than it was, all is fine), and when the doctor signaled that what she was about to do might pinch a little, he echoed her pinch signal back at her – didn’t seem thaaaat impressive to me, but she was clearly taken aback by his fine motor skills.
He is, by default, a happy dude, and he gets into these gloriously goofy moods where he wants to tickle daddy, or to make faces, or to just run headlong into people with glee. He’s picking up a bit of daddy’s kosher hammishness. May he retain this happiness for a long time!
