It’s amazing to think that just a year ago Ian’s vocabulary was only a handful of words. In January his language skills took off and now he’s a major gabber (aka Haggard). Sometimes it’s hard to get him to stop. Once he could communicate more freely it was amazing to hear him talk about things that had happened months ago. He’s got quite the memory.
Not only has he grown up, but his toys have, too. This was most apparent to me when, very largely pregnant, I was constantly having to get down on the floor to pick up little toys. No longer are the days of blocks or chunky trucks or big bouncy balls. Now he’s got Thomas trains and Cars cars and legos and puzzles and game pieces and little worker guys, and the list goes on and on.
Ian hasn’t outgrown his love of books, which I am very glad about. Reading is probably my favorite activity to do with him. This year we pulled out some of my favorite books from when I was a kids, ones that up until this point have been too advanced for him. He’s recently started getting into board games, and I’m looking forward to playing those with him, too.
Ian had a lot of big changes this year. And, like pretty much every other person I know, he’s not a big fan of change. He’s learning (as are we as parents) how to help him talk through his feelings and not just act out in frustration and anger, which are typically his default emotions when he’s upset (hmm, wonder where he got that from).
His first big change was potty training. We are still in process on this one. There have been highs and there have been very low lows. There has been pee in my bathroom in places I didn’t know existed. I have cried and Jason has yelled. But there have also been dances of joy, lots of gummies consumed and a lot of DVDs watched. And in the last month or so I see Ian taking more ownership and pride in his potty skills. I think maybe we started too early with the whole thing. And now, months in, Ian’s deciding for himself that he wants to do this. We live and learn just as Ian does, I suppose.
The second change was moving Ian into his big boy bed. This transition was pretty easy. As I write this he’s snuggled up under his camo blankie, Grandma blanket, and Mama blanket with his kitty cat, bear bears, puppy dog, lamby, and batt. I can hear him talking and it sounds like some kind of Aboriginal language. They all must be having some kind of tribal pow wow up there.
Third, and biggest of all changes, Ian became a brother. For him, taking on this role has been a jumble of different things: anticipation, excitement, pride, tenderness, jealousy, irritation, desperation, mischeviousness. One moment he’s being too rough, the next he’s practicing gentleness perfectly. He gives her the evil eye and then makes a silly face so she’ll give him a belly laugh.
You gotta hand it to the kid. It’s been a big year for him. It’s so easy for me to forget that as we adjust to big changes in our household, Ian has to, too. I am so proud of him.
Just now I hear Ian hiding at the top of the stairs saying in his whiny voice “Mommy, I want you to come snuggle with me because I love you.”
You melt my heart, Ian bo bee-an. I’m so proud of you for being such a big boy this last year.