Patrick is two and a half today. People keep telling me I need to provide him a sibling. This is what I get for not telling people I was pregnant last year. It turns out I tend to agree with these people, but I am really starting to get tired of hearing it. If it had gone as (I) planned, Patrick would be a big brother in one month's time. Of course, he's perfectly happy to still be an only, and as James pointed out, I wouldn't want to be pregnant in this heat. Which is true, but I'd rather be pregnant in this heat than not. ANYWAY.
Patrick is about the same as he was the last time I tried to post an update, ha. He's getting taller, I think. I don't really notice but people who don't see him every day seem to think he is longer and leaner so I'll take their word for it. He still can fit into 18-24 month stuff easily and yesterday he was wearing 12-18 month pants. He has an ADORABLE outfit that I love, sized 2T, and it just swims on him.
Patrick is wearing big boy undies (almost) full-time now. He's a smart kid, and he figured that he could just go in his pull-ups, so he did. Thus, no more pull-ups. This unfortunately means way more laundry but on the other hand, no more diapers to buy. I wouldn't be doing this yet (probably) except he seems to be 95% potty trained at daycare. His teacher told me this morning that while they were outside on the playground last week, Patrick decided he had to go, so he ... went. On the playground. This is my/our fault. If he's outside, I tell him to drop his pants and go. I figure if he's able to identify the urge, that counts for me. Plus, his 4-year-old buddy next door goes in the woods. Sorry about that, Patrick, hope you didn't get into too much trouble at daycare.
Speaking of daycare. Patrick HATES it. Or, he hates getting dropped off. I THINK he's okay once he's gotten used to it. But he asks me every day if he can stay home with me and says he doesn't want to go to daycare. Since I know exactly how he feels, it is becoming increasingly harder to go to work. We have a routine in the mornings: Patrick gets up and asks immediately for "monkey snacks" and his lawn mower. He usually gets his monkey (fruit) snacks while he watches the monkey. (Curious George. PBS.) He now knows that we have episodes of CG and Dinosaur Train on DVR so once the monkey is all done, he asks for Dinosaur Train. We usually have to put that off until the evening, because I'm already so late as it is. (At the end of the Dinosaur Train theme song, the dinosaur on the wide load car roars. Patrick covers his ears in preparation halfway through the song. Every time. It's cute.) Then he has toast or "waffle toast" (what I cleverly called Eggos to get him to try one -- it worked) and then we get dressed (with much wailing and gnashing of teeth) and then we make my coffee and we go.
Patrick made me coffee last night in the bathtub. He poured it from one container to the other and then he gave us both a cup, but he cautioned me that it was hot, and then he took a sip anyway and yelped that he burned his tongue. Then he made me take a sip. I'm not quite sure what to make of this child. Ha.
Patrick continues to like sweet things. Not so much vegetables, except tomatoes. Wait, do those count as a vegetable? I mean, technically it's a fruit but it's not sweet. I think for my purposes that counts. He'll usually eat bananas, and he loves blueberries. He shares my fondness for frosting. Whenever I make cupcakes, he licks all the frosting off and comes back for more.
We still have to read the "Easter book" followed by the "Santa book" every single night. Then I have to go to sleep with him. He makes me stay off his side of the bed. While I do miss my free time, I have to admit I like it when he falls asleep next to me. Or on me. There's not much better than a sleeping toddler on your chest. :)
