Today Canaan is two - and a half. Another half a year has slipped away, and now he is officially closer to three than he is to two. Here's what he's up to these days:
Brings me Sissy's rubber bands and says, "ban-aik in my hair?" Rubber bands and band-aids are called ban-aik. Last night he wanted two in - cute look, piggies on my boy, no? He sat next to me with his piggies, drinking ranch out of a little cup. Nice!
When he smells something, or wants us to, he makes this face and blows out really fast with his nose.
Wears size 2T-3T, size 8-9 shoes, 4T undies ("unnies"), weighs 34 pounds as of yesterday.
Everywhere we go - literally - people stop us to say how cute, sweet, gentle, precious, darling (etc.) he is.
Very, very sensitive. If he does something he knows he shouldn't, like last week when he opened up the emergency exit at the pizza place and caused the alarm to go off, (by the way, they're not very loud of scary, in case you ever wondered) I will gently say something like, "honey, you may not open doors without asking Mommy or Daddy." and he will be reduced to very sad tears.
After said tears, upon waking, before sleeping, when bored, hurt, lonely, he asks for mum-mum - Mommy almost always obliges.
Speaks mostly in complete sentences, but as of the last week or two, there's lots of stuttering. "Can I have a popsicle?" might sound more like, "C'I-c'I-c'I-c'I have a poppysickle?"
Almost completely potty trained. Poops are hit and miss. Yesterday I bribed him with Skittles and he pooped twice in the potty! YAY!
Out of the crib and into a twin bed. We only had a mattress (no box spring) so that worked out pretty well since it means that his bed is low to the ground. For the first few nights I put his crib mattress next to the bed in case he rolled off. On night two he did. Caris saw it and said he rolled right down onto - and off of - the crib mattress. He lay there crying until Alif ran in to get him and bring him into our bed. It hasn't happened since.
He finally, finally sleeps through the night consistently in his bed. Every morning around 6 or 6:30 he comes into my bed to nurse and then falls back asleep for another hour or so. This morning I left him up there to come down here and blog and I thought Alif had wakened him because I heard him yell, "nooooo!" I asked Alif what happened and he said he'd yelled in his sleep. LOL
He loves to "swim"! That boy is not afraid of water at all, though thankfully this summer he doesn't just run right in like last year. He waits at the edge until we're ready for him. Maybe next year he'll learn to swim!
Canaan, Mommy and Daddy are absolutely, head over heels in love with you! We joke that if we ever have another baby, we might wish we'd stopped while we were ahead. You are seriously delightful to have around, love bug. You make us -and everyone else - smile all day long. You are so obedient and compliant, with just a touch of fire to keep life interesting. You are strong and sweet and funny and we adore you!