It has been 2 years. It has not been easy being a mother to 4 kids (it's exhausting!), and it has been quite a humbling experience trying to take care of the little mischievous one. He definitely defines his own rules and it takes lotsa repetitive training (still ongoing, yes) to get him to get our idea of what's good and acceptable behavior haha. He loves food. He loves eating. His breakfast can be a 3 course meal at times. First course--before his siblings go to school, second course--after we say goodbye to his brother (after N boards his schoolbus), and third course--whatever I/his grandparents are eating.
He has destroyed/unwittingly hidden countless toys, books and whatnots. He has bent my spectacle frame into an almost irreparable mess while I was still asleep. He has thrown toys into the toilet bowl a few times. He has tried to splash with his hands the urine that he has pee-ed in his ikea potty. He has dropped an old iPhone, the Brown Bear, Brown Bear What Do You See? book, a Coach wristlet, a Domo purse, toy cars, etc. behind my bed's headrest, which is just a couple of cm away from the wall. The floor beneath my bed has been a graveyard to these items for a while. He has climbed and stood and bounced on the sofa, beds and chairs when unsupervised. He has eaten countless weird scraps of old food, dirt from the floor. He has a compulsive need to swipe down bottles and toothpaste tubes and whatever else is on the toilet sink. He just HAS to do it. I really don't understand why. He likes watching the countless DVD kids cartoon movies, YouTube videos that we plonk him in front of to keep him captivated for a while while we (mainly me) run off to pee, do laundry, or wash something up at the kitchen sink. He has too much screen time with the iPad! He loves cars. Actually anything with wheels, he just loves.
His silly nonsense does seem funny on hindsight (hurhur). He certainly is one kind. Yet, I do love how he is so playful and cute and adorable at the same time. Yes, he can be so lovable, when his three needs are met. He MUST have sufficient sleep, food, and physical affection. Any of these variables missing would mean us having to endure his terrible whining and stickiness to me and crying tantrums. Still, he can be so cute, especially when he has in recent months started talking in his cute toddler voice. I think a talking toddler's speech is the second best thing to hear. The best thing to hear? A baby's laughter, definitely.
Baby D, I love your hugs, I love your kisses. Never stop kissing your Mommy, okay? Happy birthday, my little one. You are deeply loved by all of us!