“I can’t believe he’s two!” I’m certain I said that sentence about 58 times on Bryson’s birthday weekend. It’s truly crazy how quickly time flies. I know it does, so I’m not sure why I’m surprised when it sneaks up on me during these big moments, but I wish it would slow down more. On the flip side of that, it’s so wonderful to watch Bryson grow into a toddler and surpass the baby stage. He is such a bundle of energy, happiness, hugs, laughter, and surprises. What more could I ask for?
Bryson now understands what presents are, so he gets excited to see one. He was getting the hang of unwrapping them at Christmas time, so by the time his birthday rolled around, he was a pro. Although he still gets pretty entertained by the paper itself and the boxes the gifts come in, he is now realizing the gift itself is the best part. Before, he would play with the paper and not notice the cool gift inside. Now the paper only gets a brief tossing before it’s on to the present. Fun stuff!
We had his birthday party at Pump it Up, which is an indoors inflatable jump park. They have two rooms with a total of six giant inflatables. Some have slides, others have obstacle courses, and some are just a free for all jump spot. Bryson loves them all. I don’t think I’ve seen him have as much fun as his birthday party. He had friends from school (including his previous girlfriend, Julia) and lots of our friends and family came, so he had tons of little ones to play with. Not to mention he had lots of grown ups to play with – they let the adults bounce too. I think the funniest part of the day was watching my Dad take him down the giant inflatable slide. I’m still not sure who had more fun. Every time I would see Bryson, he was running or jumping with the biggest smile on his face. It was definitely his day. I know he enjoyed it, and that makes my heart smile.
Transition time:
Now that Bryson is two, his school decided to transition him into the next classroom for the early preschoolers. Just thinking about the word preschool makes me realize my Little B is growing up quickly. It’s a great transition, and he continues to learn so much, so fast. The only sad part is that we had to say goodbye to his previous teachers, Mrs. Hannah and Mrs. Bailey (or in Bryson’s word, Bebe). They were amazing teachers and genuinely cared about Bryson. He loved them dearly. They both left Primrose when he transitioned to pursue other things, but Bryson still talks about them to this day. When we pull in the parking lot, he will excitedly yell “Hannah and Bebe!”. It breaks my heart because he thinks he’s going to see them. It’s been two months since the transition, so I’m hoping he grows to love his current teachers this much.
Bryson is learning so many things so quickly. It amazes me how much he picks up from school. The other day he started singing his ABCs, and I thought, when did he learn that? Granted, it went something like A-B-C-D-E-F-E-A-B and so on. He gets pretty close around the middle of the song, though. It makes me a proud mama. He can now count to about 13 or so. I attribute that more to Sesame Street, being that the number of the month at school is only at 5. So thanks, Elmo!
He can now eat just about anything without me having a minor heart attack. The first time he ate a gummy vitamin, I freaked out because I didn’t know if he would understand how to chew it. I know, I know, he’s 2. But still, it’s gummy. Gummy can be tricky. My dad gave him crab for the first time when we were out celebrating his birthday. Of course, he instantly starts making a choking sound, and Sandi and I stared him down until the realization hit that he was fine. He instantly wanted more and was probably wondering why his mom and Mimi were giving him crazy eyes. So I suppose I do still have those moments with new stuff, but not quite like I used to.
One of his favorite pass times is his swing set that Grandma and Boo (Mike’s parents) got for his birthday. Mike spent two full days putting it together and did a wonderful job. I still don’t know how he did it by himself. I helped him the second day, and it snowed about a third of the time. It was COLD! I couldn’t feel my extremities after about an hour. Trying to turn the instruction pages with gloves on was not an easy task, either. My job was reading instructions and bringing supplies. Mike covered the rest. I will post a picture of how awesome the swing set is to show how much work Mike put into it. We also had a privacy fence installed, so the kiddos and Aspen can roam freely. It’s awesome!
Bryson loves the swing set. Every day we get home, the first words out of his mouth are “outside”. Rain or shine, he says it. The clear days are my favorite. He plays outside until dinner time, and it’s almost like pulling teeth to get him in. That is until he realizes food is involved. Then he’s a happy camper. On the rainy days, he doesn’t understand why he can’t play outside, so he usually gets a bit unruly for the first 10 minutes of our home arrival.
Quite the talker:
Bryson is a big fan of talking on the phone. He loves to answer any item (toy phone, play corn-on-the-cob, hair brush, etc.) and say hewwo. From there, who knows what he’s going to say. I call my Dad during the week on my way home from work on my car’s Bluetooth. This way, it’s handfree and Bryson can hear Papa. I also call Mike on my way home every day. So once we’re in the car, Bryson usually dictates who we call. It’s generally either “Dadda talk” or “Papa talk”. Sometimes he will throw me a curve ball and say “Mimi talk” or “Mamaw Papaw talk”. I will call whoever he says, so keep your phone handy, everyone! It could be you!
He can generally carry on a conversation by himself. He will start talking in the car, and I don’t always understand what he’s saying. But instead of answering him, I just let him continue on his own. He will go a good five minutes without taking a breath and be thoroughly amused by his own stories. Every now and then he’ll crack himself up. Funny joke, maybe? For the most part, and thankfully so, I understand him and can keep up with the conversation. He is certainly an entertaining car companion. Mike would say that he gets his chattiness from me. Perhaps he’s right.
Some cute things he says now:
Basasuum = Vacuum
*If he sees a vacuum in any store, he will scream “basasuum!” and point at it. This has happened in Target and Sam’s on many occasions, and it makes me laugh every time. Some things never get old.
Tylie = Kylie (but it’s usually Sissy)
Byson = Bryson
Assen = Aspen
I did it, Mommy (or Daddy)!
I wuv you, _____.
Nigh, nigh, _____. (Night, night)
**Please never ask him to say Fox. It turns out badly 100% of the time. Feel free to your use imagination on how that comes out.
“Ewww, buggn!”. That’s how he says bug. And by bug, I mean anything that’s on the floor that’s small and not a toy. It could be a fuzzy, a piece of string, a rock, or an actual bug. I never know, so I have to assume it’s a bug before I wander over. Bryson use to hand me “bugs” after he picked them up off the floor so I could throw them away. I was used to getting non-bugs, until one day he handed me a roly poly. I squealed like a five year old girl and flung it across the room as I shook it out of my hands with lightning speed. I guess that’s what I get for assuming it wasn’t a real bug. Bryson is not allowed to hand me bugs anymore, real or not. He now understands to throw them away on his own. He sometimes says “ewww, buggn, mommy get it”. I’m trying to teach him that mommy doesn’t get bugs, and that’s a daddy job. When I tell him that, he laughs and says “no, mommy get it”. Not happening, kid.
Big Brother and Loving It:
Bryson is the best big brother ever. He really does love Kylie. He enjoys giving her kisses, tickling her, hugging her, playing with her and holding her. He is great at handing her toys that are beyond her reach, giving her a paci when she gets fussy (which is seldom) and telling her it’s ok by patting her belly, making her laugh at any given moment, and so on. She absolutely adores Bryson. She could spot him anywhere in the room and won’t take her eyes off him. She would prefer Bryson over Mike and I any time. He can do anything, and she will laugh with a giant smile on her face. They have the sweetest interactions. Sometimes I’ll see Bryson bring her toys and sit down and play with her, and I can tell she is soaking it all in. He will talk to her while they play, which I love to listen to.
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