First off, the nuts and bolts. At roughly two years and four months old, he weighs around 35 pounds and is 33" tall. This puts him at the 75th percentile for height and the 90th percentile for height, or so. He's a big, healthy boy! He's grown into his cheeks - somewhat - and is currently outgrowing his size 3T pajamas. I just ordered a bunch of 4T's from Carter's. (Wait, what? A barely-two-year-old in 4T jammies? Yup.) He's in 3T shirts and just now moving up to 3T pants.
I think I've mentioned that back in October, he moved from the 12-24 month class at daycare to the 24-36 month class. I was pretty nervous about this transition, because the one a year before was not any fun at all. I anticipated him fighting this through the whole two-week transition period, not sleeping, acting like a turd at home, etc etc. Much to my surprise, he didn't really need an actual transition at all! The first day they took him to the new room, he stayed there most of the day and never really looked back.
The teachers and other parents in the new room told me to just wait for the developmental explosion to happen once he was in there for a couple of weeks. They were right! When he moved up, just three months ago, he was talking, but only one word at a time, not two- or three-word sentences like some of his peers. He would most often just repeat the last word of whatever was said to him if the answer was affirmative, or deliver an unmistakable "NO!" if that was the appropriate answer. It was pretty cute, but I had begun to worry if he might be falling behind, at least partially due to the Cody fiasco.
These days, not only is Aidan talking, he's stringing multiple words - multiple thoughts - together at once. It is so amazing to watch. Here's an example from this morning, when he was playing with his Woody doll (action figure?!) and its hat fell off. I said to him, "Uh oh! Better put Woody's hat back on so his head doesn't get cold!" I wasn't really even thinking about what I was saying to him. A few minutes later he was in the other room and I heard him exclaim, "Uh oh! Woody hat off! Woody head cold! Hug Woody? ... Happy Woody!"
Yup, he's figured out that hugs make people happy. I love this about him. If we're wrestling around and he knees me in the... well, pretty much anywhere... and I get that pained look on my face, he stops immediately and says, "Mommy owie, hug!" then throws his arms around me, looks in my eyes to check on me, and says, "Mommy happy!" Of course, this also means that he feels the urge to hug strange babies and children in the grocery store when THEY cry... but it's still so sweet.
One of my favorite communication-related developments lately is the new ability to use 'yes' and 'no' appropriately. "Aidan, would you like a sandwich?" "Yes please." SCORE! No more guessing, trying to coerce him to eat food he doesn't want, etc. Sometimes I can even ask him what he wants to eat and he'll tell me. This makes life so much easier!!
Favorite pastimes lately are building toys, like his Legos and bristle blocks, and of course his various trains, trucks and cars. (Grandma and Grandpa got him THIS ginormous Lego train set for Christmas! He's definitely all 'boy' that way. However, he still does occasionally become stricken with the sudden urge to swaddle his 'baby' (a Cabbage Patch doll that I bought for him after I saw him caring for one at daycare). It's the cutest thing. He takes her out of the receiving blanket she's in, throws the blanket in the hamper, then goes to his dresser, points to the top drawer, and says, "new one?" I get a new one. He meticulously spreads it out on the floor, removing all folds and wrinkles. He then 'changes the baby's diaper,' which requires a real baby wipe of course, then lays her carefully in the blanket. He wraps her up (think sloppy swaddle), picks her up, holds her up to his shoulder, pats her back and says "shhhhhh." Cue Mommy dying of cuteness.
The grocery store is still a challenge some days. Most of the time he's really good, but other times it's not a whole lot of fun. He can't stand to sit nicely in the cart for very long on those days. He has to stand up and turn around and put his legs back through, so he's facing the same direction as the person driving the cart. Other times he has to sit sideways with his legs stretched out. And then he alternates between these three positions every 30-45 seconds throughout the shopping trip. I have a terrible fear of him tumbling out and cracking his head open when he goes to stand up, so it's hard to concentrate on shopping when he's doing this!! On the good days though, it's pretty enjoyable to take him. He likes identifying items on the shelves and especially in the produce department. Especially at high volume. "MOMMY! APPLLLLLLLESSSSS!!" I used to blush when this happened. Now I'm proud. Maybe I've finally lost what was left of my dignity??
Speaking of dignity, potty training has begun! I probably would not have started this conversation on my own until he was about 2-1/2, but when he transitioned into his current classroom, they recommended we started using pull-ups (but of course it was ultimately our choice). They take him to the potty several times a day and it wasn't a week until he started picking up on what the potty is for. He's warming up to the idea more each day! Last week he went pee in the toilet two nights in a row. You would've thought Mommy won the lottery. In a way, I'll sort of win the lottery as he progresses with this. Not only will we save dough on diapers, he gets to move up to the next classroom at school at his third birthday if he's potty trained, and that alone will save me $200 a month. Score!
Let's face it, I could go on all day about this kid. I think that about gets us caught up for now. I know everyone says this, but I really cannot believe how quickly he is growing, changing and developing. It is truly frightening! I just know that next week he'll be asking for the car keys. At the same time though, unlike some other mommies, I don't wish to freeze time. I am so enjoying this journey - even the tough parts.