S Turns Two

His ice cream car "cake"

My vibrant, mischievous, energetic boy turned two this month. I love my little toddler, but he sure is a handful. He loves making messes, destroying his siblings' Lego creations, and many other antics know to toddlers. He also loves to sing and read with me, and he gives wonderful hugs and kisses. Oh, and when he looks at me with his big blue eyes, I melt into a puddle of motherly mush.

My sweet boy also does not like cake. I learned that when I tried to serve him his siblings' birthday cakes this year. I was at a loss of what to do other than serve him plain ice cream, and I finally decided to put some ice cream into a car cupcake mold I have to create a car-shaped ice cream "cake".

Oooh, what's in there?

Blowing out the candles

Opening presents

My Little Mooch

Timo does not always eat with the rest of us. Whether he is up early eating breakfast or home late from work and eating a late dinner, he occasionally dines solo. Or at least he attempts to.

S has a habit of climbing into Timo's lap while he is eating to help him eat whatever is on his plate or in his bowl. There is something about seeing his daddy at the table that sparks an appetite in my little toddler. 

Memories and Ramblings

I have noticed that I have not had the time to regularly blog since I gave birth to my fourth child. For this reason, I have very few posts that include him. It is not that my experiences with him are any less entertaining or memorable. This post is dedicated to him and a few memories I want to keep.

S has had a habit of rubbing my arms when falling asleep for a while. When he was really young, he used to give me five when nursing. Now, he likes to put his hand up my long sleeves and rub my forearm as he relaxes. I have started to sing to him (and Hunter) before bedtime, and he snuggles down into my arms while in the rocking chair, sticks his hand up my sleeve, and listens. Sometimes he faces me a little more and sticks both hands up my sleeves.

Another memory I want to capture is that of S singing with me. I have started to sing some Christmas carols at night so the younger two can learn them by Christmas. Today, while I was singing "Away in a Manger" to him, he started singing along with me. We were rocking, looking into each others' faces, and singing together. It was such a sweet moment.

When I am done singing, I say the 23rd Psalm, and S knows it is time to go to bed. He insists on having his sippy cup (it has to be the blue one) in a certain corner of his crib, and he sleeps under his Cat in the Hat blanket. All this constitutes his bedtime routine, whether napping or going to sleep at night. I am not sure how it will all pan out once baby number five arrives. I guess we'll find out in April.