2 1/2

A mom from Hank's playgroup sent this along this week and it gave us all a good laugh...

Definition of toddler (according to urban dictionary)

Tiny bipolar humans under the age of 3, who can swing rapidly between endearingly cute antics and screaming, kicking, biting fits of rage. Completely unpredictable and often unintelligible lovable little walking blessings/nightmares disguised as tiny human beings with giant heads. Prone to selective hearing and repeating overheard curse words at inopportune moments. More dangerous when traveling in packs. Evolutionarily speaking, it is ridiculous that humans have the ability to reproduce fast enough to be the parent of more than one toddler at a time. There must be something about the age 2 1/2-just when I think I am about to lose it from asking Hank the same question 48 times with no response, he'll turn to me and say something ridiculously cute, smart, or witty that makes me realize how much I love that little guy.  Perfect example-just now as I'm trying to write this as Hank "eats" breakfast next to me.  I've asked him at least 5 times to stop putting syrup in his hair ( he calls it his hair gel-and thinks its hilarious of course)-he ignores my requests and then looks at me and says "don't be cross with me mama-I doin my hair" (I'm guessing this came from Thomas-sounds like something those English trains would say).   Parenting a toddler is an exhausting and challenging task, but he certainly keeps us laughing now that Hank can actually have a conversation with us and give us some insight into whats in that head.  I love most about this age is how Hank is so interested in the world-the most mundane tasks like grocery shopping are an exciting adventure now with Hank.  He loves just doing things with me and his dad, and I know that won't last forever.  I love that I get no less than 50 hugs, kisses, and "I love you moms" a day.   A photo montage of life with Hank-most of these are taken with my phone because he moves so much and so quickly that I never have time to capture things with my big camera!   Me: "Hank, what are you doing?" Hank: "eating my toes"  "Ready to go to Joes" (Trader Joes)-assault rifle and juice ready in case we run into any trouble at Joes.    Waiting for Dad to get home from work so he can make a fire to roast marshmallows  Always excited to be going somewhere-and who doesn't need their Thomas Easter basket with them at all times?  Learning how to make lemonade with mom  Trip to the zoo with Andie-these two look like they need to get a room!  This boy LOVES the water-he's exclaiming here "IT'S SUMMERTIME"  Very into haircuts now after his dad cut his hair on the porch.    Loves his baby sister.  He always wants to know "where's Lulu?"