Matthew is currently very two, but at least he's cute enough for his parents to be able to forget about the temper tantrums (mostly).
He has definite ideas about what he wants to do, and gets very frustrated if thwarted. Elizabeth is an expert at annoying him and then acts shocked when he wallops her over the head with the closest hard object or deliberately dismantles her Lego. He often will wallop, say sorry and wallop again. Needless to say this is not considered acceptable. And yet the kids actually do play very nicely together most of the time, especially if we don't keep them cooped up in the house too long. Elizabeth needed daily outings at this age and Matthew does too.
When he gets tired he's taken to asking to go for a car ride ("Vroom, Vroom! Sweepy. Mah Mah. Nap.") We still discourage naps because they just make bedtime super late.
Daddy has been working very hard on the potty training and Matthew's made enormous progress. The other day we were a little concerned to hear the toilet flush - turned out Matthew had gone to the bathroom on his own, taken off his pants and diaper, climbed onto the toilet all by himself, done his business, wiped and flushed. So there may actually be hope. It would be really nice not to have multiple children in diapers at once... Matthew had until recently flatly refused to poop on the toilet ("scary!"), but even that hurdle has suddenly disappeared. This is exciting aside from minor detail that he's not quiiite capable of wiping all by himself, no matter how many times he insists he's "tall" enough to do so. Baby steps though, right?
Matthew is very excited about the new strollers that have showed up, telling me several times a day "Meely. Strolly. Tummy. Mah Mah too." Translated: the stroller is for Amelia, in Mommy's tummy. But Matthew can borrow it. He's just starting to use sentences, but still relies mainly on single words which he tends to repeat several times for emphasis. But he doesn't have much trouble making himself understood!
If he sees a dog, the conversation usually goes something like this: "Doggie. Bite Bite. Noooo. Nice. Nice. Pat. Pat. Me." which translates to "I see a nice dog. He doesn't bite. I want to pet him."
He's a pretty affectionate little boy and loves to give hugs and kisses.
He's pretty adorable, if we do say so ourselves.
On April 26, 2016 at 08:32 am
I'm saving this post and will bill you $20/month not to show it to Matthew when he is 14+!