This is it, the last day of 1-year-old. Nathan celebrated nearly turning two by having a serious tantrums about everything and nothing this morning. They were less severe than his freakout a couple days about wanting to wear Sleepysack A, where A = whichever one he wasn’t wearing at the moment, but it lasted longer. Jon and I exchanged a celebratory high-five when we finally managed to distract him out of it.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been watching some movies of him from last year, but today he seemed really, really big to me. Just something about how he was confidently climbing in and out of the sandbox and insisting “Mommy! Shoes! Mommy! Outside!” until I joined in digging seemed older than 2. And of course the birthday is making me prone to getting all weepy and ridiculous.
The other day we were playing the usual post-nap game where I make his teddy bear hum cheerfully, grab a block from him, say “thank you!, then go “ptooey!” and toss it back to him, when we got to one with a little helicopter inside. He looked at it and said, “Helicopter! Blade spins around REALLY FAST!” with a look of delight at the idea of the spinning blade. And then he added “Scraper!”, and seemed equally delighted at the idea that a scraper also has a blade. (That would be scraper the large piece of construction equipment, of course.)
In one of his Babybugs, there’s a story about a little girl playing various pretend games with her parents, and the last one is “You be the nest, Mama, I’ll be your chickadee.” He’s started coming up to me and pressing into my legs saying, “nest, nest” until I tell him that he’s my chickadee. Funny little chickadee.