Enrico is growing by the day. He loves his “Llama llama” and “How does a dinosaur say good night” books. When we get to the “What is mama llama doing” line, he says, “I don’t know.” And when he knows the line is coming, he turns his little palms up to get ready to say “I don’t know.” He processes books differently from Piper at that age. Piper would listen quietly to a book a couple of times, and then she could recite the book by heart. Enrico, on the other hand, interacts with me during reading and describes what the characters are about to do, but does not recite the book by heart.
He has also turned into a typical two-year-old. The other day, when he asked Scott for more cereal, Scott said, “finish what you have and I’ll give you more.” He got so angry that the grabbed his bowl of cereal (with milk) and threw it at Scott. Two things about that. First, if you say “no throwing,” “no hitting,” or “no [fill in the blank],” even in a non-stern voice, he will cry as if his favorite toy was taken away — so he can dish it out, but he cannot take it. Second, when Piper says, “finish what you have and I’ll give you more,” he smiles and says, “Ok, Pupoo.”
And like a typical two-year-old, he swings to the other extreme. He can be so warm, wonderful and cuddly. He loves kissing, hugging and laughing. He runs toward one of us, throws his arms around our legs and yells, “Huggie”!
Finally, about a month ago, he started singing. The first song I heard him sing was “Happy Birthday.” Now he tried to sing the ABC song, Row the boat and Old McDonald. Also about a month ago, he started counting. He counts to 10, but consistently skips 5 and 8.
All in all, I (1) cannot believe what a gift this child is and that I get to keep him and raise him, and (2) dread the day when he leaves me.
