We began the celebration of Thing 2 yesterday by getting hotdogs for lunch and going to our local Fall Farm Festival—which included a corn maze (actually, sorghum, but whatever) and a hay ride. We all had a fabulous time, but both Thing 1 and Thing 2 have put a damper on the celebrations by getting wicked sick. Ah well. So, today we’ve just hunkered down at home and the Things have kept themselves busy playing with the fantastic new car track that Thing 2 got for his birthday. It is has literally kept them busy all day. We had some cupcakes for the occasion, and Thing 2 just ate the frosting and set the cake aside, because that is how he rolls every time he is presented with a cupcake.
Thing 2 has always been our cuddler, and he still is. He loves to snuggle up with us, and still requires said snuggles when falling asleep at night. In fact, he often wakes in the middle of the night can calls for his daddy to come cuddle with him so he can get back to sleep. It is exhausting, but pretty sweet. The good news is, in fact, that Husband is the one he calls for. Husband is perfectly content to sleep cuddled up with someone, so he often goes and gets him bed with Thing 2 and continues to sleep the night away. I sleep poorly when anyone is touching me, so am generally glad to be off the hook for that.
So, in being a fierce cuddler, Thing 2 has always differed from Thing 1. (Albeit Thing 1 is super loving and affection, he is incapable of sitting still long enough to be super cuddly.) What they apparently have in common is turning into absolute terrorists at the age of 3. Thing 2 has been gearing up for it for awhile now, and has really reached critical levels in the last week or so. I’m sure it doesn’t help that we’ve turned him into a middle child. He loves Thing 3, no question. But since he is no longer the youngest, he seems to be struggling to find his niche. The avenues he’s tried so far (the kicker, the screamer, the biter…) aren’t working for us. We’re hoping he settles in on something pleasant and fast. Not holding my breath, though, since we have a whole year until the “terrorists threes” are over.
But, when he is not being a terrorist, Thing 2 is super pleasant and fun. He’s got a great since of humor, and is so eager to laugh. Within the past six months his conversational skills have blossomed and he expresses himself in the funniest ways. He is also super kind, a great problem solver, and an intent explorer of the outdoors (most especially of mud.)
And, man alive, I just love his face.
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