At thirty-one months, Xander is: starting to explore his feelings more by doing faces at the dinner table with Daddy for sad, mad, happy, suprised, and excited; saying things like “I’m mad” with a scrunched up face; continuing to have the most natural good manners (like holding the door open for Mommy at the library and saying things like “May I have…”); taking his plate to the sink after asking to be excused from the table after meals; having moments of frustration and aggression towards his brothers but also having moments of great sweetness and servant-heartedness; learning how to really take the reins with going potty, washing his hands, and getting undressed and dressed; and loving (like the wanting to play it every day multiple times kind of loving) the new game that the Paccassis got the boys for Christmas…Zingo!
Here are a few of his most recent sayings that have caused my ears to perk up and my heart to smile:
“Mommy said a potty word at the table…she said ‘toot'”.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of, Mommy, you just can’t see the trees out the window.”
“Did you be so proud of me, Mommy?”
“I am mad, Dad, because of that sun…I want to turn off it.”
“I am a great yeller.”
“This book is really cool.”
“I love your pretty socks.”
Xander: “Am I your best Xan-Man?”
Mommy: “You are my best Xan-Man.”
Xander: “You’re my best Mommy.”
