|After sharing his cereal with me|
|Smile! His mouth was still healing from his sickies.|
I am sorry but I’m not really sure Zeke could really get any cuter! I just adore him. He’s always into something, enjoys making anyone who’s looking laugh and will play with my hair for comfort.
The thing is, he’s 2 and he’s not saying many words. He tries, but it isn’t even close to as clear as my older two were at his age.
Sometimes I get anxious about it. I think there is seriously something wrong with him, then I focus on what is true.
1. He completely understands what I’m saying and follows complicated directions.
2. He points and makes some sort of “I want that” noise.
3. He tries, sometimes, to say words correctly.
But, the truth is, he’s frustrated and as he gets older, it becomes more apparent. And that makes me sad. I had an epiphany the other day…Zeke doesn’t like to be alone. He’s usually the last to finish a meal and he just wants you to sit next to him and wait patiently all while laughing at his cuteness. He wants to feel like he’s older than I treat him. He understands perfectly all that is going on and wants attention and conversation just like I have with the older two. And so I am working on that.
I know he’ll talk someday and probably will not stop 😉 I don’t really want to rush him into talking because believe it or not, I still think of him as my baby even with sweet Bexley girl in tow. I guess, after two kids I realized, finally, how quickly the time goes and I know I only have about 6 more months to pretend he’s a baby and then reality will set in. His snuggles will be less frequent, he’ll start wanting to do everything daddy does and his face will not be as round and squishy.
And now I’m crying. Being a mother is hard in so many ways but it’s full of love that you cannot even begin to explain. As my mother always said, “You birth a heartache with every child.” Gosh is she right. My heart aches more with every child I have…what a blessing it is to be a mother.