Truett turns 3 today and I am missing 2 already.
2 was a good age. He learnt to blow raspberries and button his own shirt and poop in the toilet and perform surgeries on my head with a (toy) fruit knife. He made me imaginary presents using only vigorous hand gestures. He even let me kiss him 50 times a day and stopped wriggling when I hugged him several seconds longer than I should have.
In the past year, he’s lost the baby blurness that I was so fond of. Instead, he’s taken to being the grammar police around here and I can’t get away with smoking my way out of explanations. His favorite question these days is “for what?”
Me: Tru, it’s time to bathe.
Tru: Bathe for what?
Me: Bathe so that you’ll be clean.
Tru: Be clean for what?
Me: Be clean so that you’ll smell nice.
Tru: Smell nice for what?
Me: Smell nice so that I won’t pass out while taking care of you.
Tru: Take care of me for what?
Me: Gah! Just step into the shower, young man.
He’s also grown to be quite the charmer. I finally chopped off my hair yesterday and when I got back, he ran to the door and said “wow so pretty!” Or he’ll pat his sister on the head and say “love you, mei mei.” Or give us a giant hug out of the blue just because.
3 years ago, I had no idea what it was like to have a little man in my life. Now I can’t imagine what it would be like without him. This boy makes my world complete.
I asked him what he wanted for a present and he said a robot. So I made him one with special robo blasters and a little robo friend. Meet bobo and bobot.