Xander wants anything and everything his brothers have. Combine this with the emotional volatility of an almost-two-year-old and the result is something like the colossal meltdown we witnessed in a gelato shop last weekend when, fool parents that we are, we failed to realize that Xander expected the same big cone that his brothers were enjoying. What?! You think I'm going to share spoonfuls out of your piffling cups? Idiot parents! What do you think I am, a baby? A few days later at another ice cream shop, the child ordered up a waffle cone and chocolate ice cream, no sprinkles. He knows what he wants, he makes his desires known, and he is crushed when he doesn't get what he wants.
Case in point:
This is the face of a baby whose beloved big brother just boarded the bus on the first day of school. Apparently Xan had expected to go to school, too, and crumpled when the bus pulled away.
"Ah wan ride bus, mommy. Mom, ah wan ride bus Griff."
Oh, poor guy! Back-to-school and back-to-work (for Dan, after over a week off) have been tough for him. I've been hearing a lot of "Where Daddy go?" and "Where Griff go?"
This kid has been shockingly communicative (well, shocking to me) since birth, so it shouldn't come as a surprise to me how much he can get across now...but it still does. He's speaking in sentences almost all the time! Most of them are about 3 words, but 5-6 words is pretty common, too. Holy cow.
He continues to be a charmer, greeting people everywhere we go and asking to visit friends. He's learning the words to songs - most recently the Happy Birthday song. He's learning to draw circles, to recognize colors (might have green and yellow, not sure), and identified a letter S on my shirt today out of the blue. He surprised me the other day by lining up blocks to make different kinds of shapes, a la mosaic tiles. He eats almost anything. His favorite books, hands-down, are about "George, Curious", and he now shares a bedtime routine with Reese: each picks one book, I read them both, then he gets down, kisses me, and trots off to Dan for a cuddle and tuck-in while I snuggle Reese. This is a kid who was definitely born into a family routine.
Physically he still seems tiny, and I wonder if he'll always be a bit of a pixie. He finally has all 20 baby teeth - the canines came in sometime over the summer.
Yet more influence of two older brothers - we hear a lot of this:X: knock, knock
J: who's there?
J: poop, who?
X: ha, ha
The child doesn't even understand what makes a knock-knock joke funny, but he has the format down, and already appreciates poop humor! Goodness, I'm outnumbered. (Defensive disclaimer: not all his knock-knock jokes have poop punchlines - usually that line is something nonsense-y.) And as with nearly everything else he does, his jokes are paired with a mischievous gleam in the eye and a giggle. This is one fun kid.