I've decided that two year olds are kind of awesome.
My afternoon went something like this...
I picked up Grayson at Stephanie's house. He was excited to see me, but disappointed to be leaving.
(I'm happy he missed me, but even happier that he can express that he enjoys where he stays during the day!)
We came home, had a snack, and then he played while I had a chance to start a load of clothes and clean up upstairs. (
I've been missing out on this little "independent play" gem for much of the past 2 years!)
He ate dinner (which was really just a few chicken nuggets since he had a good snack a couple of hours ago), and decided that he was too big to sit in "his" seat. A regular chair works just fine, thank you very much. (
I just smile, I like that he thinks he is so grown up.)
Then it was time for his bath. He wanted a bubble bath (which he was sure to let me know) and I told him to let Dad undress him. He walked over to Jason and immediately pulled up his shirt.
Bath time was funny. He passed gas, laughed, and said "I tooted!"
Tonight he requested to read his "Horsey, Neigh" book (the newest arrival from the Imagination Library). We read a few pages together and then he flipped through the rest and said "Good Book!"
Next, he wanted to rock and sing. He sang "Rock-A-Bye Baby, On Da Tee-Top" at the top of his lungs... then we sang it a few times together before he told me he needed to go "Night, Night", gave me a kiss and sent me on my way...
I think I'm loving the two-year-old thing.