5 Feb 2017

Alex at 2 1/ 2 years

Alex is now 2 ½ years old, so I thought it’s about time I did another update on him. When he turned two I decided that rather than monthly, I would do updates every three months from then on, but somehow I failed at the 2 ¼ mark, and actually a whole six months have passed since I published the last update on him.

Where do I start?  Well, what can I say, I’m absolutely besotted with him. He is such a ray of sunshine, he literally brightens up our days from the second he gets up with his cheeky grin, infectious giggle and crazy, messy hair that frames his ridiculously handsome face. Every day I want to shout “Stop growing up so fast!!” because he is developing and evolving so rapidly, and my heart can’t cope, I want it to slow down so much.

He’s fiercely independent and wants to do everything by himself and rarely let’s one of us help him, which can be a little tricky sometimes, as well as test our patience now again, especially when I’m in a rush but he insists on putting on his own shoes etc. But he knows exactly how to express himself, and protest (!) when he doesn’t want something, that’s for sure.

His speech has come on in heaps and bounds, he is repeating everything we say (and also in German), and can put together whole sentences. I’m often amazed at not only the amount of new words he now knows, but also the quality of them and some are big words for such a little boy. It’s funny, because we don’t always understand every single word that he says, and yet, we can almost have little conversations with him, which is just lovely.

He totally gets the concept of humour and he will frequently try to deliberately say or do something that will have us in stitches, he’s so aware of the effect of his jokes, gestures or grimaces. He likes Ironman and Spiderman, and loves impersonating them with a loud mock-yell, arms outstretched, doing a monster walk - it’s so hilarious.

He’s very clever and I’m often amazed at how well he grasps different situations or contexts or how he can put two and two together and react to things accordingly. He can also count to 16 in English, all by himself, without prompting or helping, and 12 in German, which makes me very proud indeed.

He is absolutely fearless, too. Not only does he run everywhere, but he is also totally oblivious to any dangers, and will always try to throw himself off swings or climbing frames that are way too high for him, or jump off things he’s not supposed to, and we literally can’t take our eyes off him, and not just in the endearing kind of sense. I remember that Becky was a lot more tentative at this age – curious, yes, but cautious at the same time. Well, Alex isn’t, and we’re spending most of our time keeping him out of danger. He so hates being small, he gets frustrated easily when he sees what Becky is able to do and he isn’t, and whenever we are at the playground or softplay or anywhere like that, he wants to imitate the big kids and will absolutely not stay on the toddler equipment, which can be another challenge.

It’s exactly for that reason that we got rid of the high chair a couple of months ago, as he was increasingly vocally protesting about being stuck in there and wanted to come out and sit on our laps, because he wants to be one of us big people, so in the end we succumbed. Now he sits with us on the dining chair like a big boy – well, he sits on the Oxford English Dictionary, which, at 2155 pages, is just about the perfect size to elevate him to the right height!

He can be very stubborn and strong willed, and we are experiencing our first taste of tantrums, talking back and not listening. For instance, when we say: “Alex, bed time!” he answers “No way!” (I have no idea where he’s learned that!). And often whatever I say or ask him to do is met with a resolute “No”, too. He therefore keeps spending regular stints on the naughty step and in time-out, which sometimes works, but not always. Sometimes he will sit there quietly, totally not bothered, other times he will try to escape, and other times he goes into instant meltdown, so it’s a little hit and miss.

We’re slowly edging our way towards potty-training. He has expressed an interest in the potty, he knows what it’s for and we keep one out, so he can familiarise himself with it, but so far he hasn’t successfully managed to go just yet. We’re not putting any pressure on him anyway – he’ll be ready when he’s ready, and I don’t mind him being in nappies, after all, he’s still my baby!

He’s also a terrible eater. He’s exactly like his sister, and honestly, I despair with the both of them. Whatever I cook, whatever I give him, he won’t touch it and instead goes off to play or asks for sweets. He is obsessed with sweets! He’s never been given an extortionate amount of sweets, but we have started to cut it right down, so as to not fill him up on rubbish, but he still won’t eat. At least he eats at nursery – apparently – so I really don’t know what I’m doing wrong. He absolutely loves his milk though, it’s the first thing he asks for in the morning and he won’t go to sleep without it at night. Again, I’ve tried to cut down on his morning milk, so he would eat breakfast, but he’s refusing to eat anything until he’s had some milk, so we’re going round in (vicious) circles on this one.

My little Alex can be challenging, stubborn and very hard work, but for every difficult and tough moment he makes up for with a huge amount of affection and love, and I can’t be cross with him for long. He is the most affectionate little boy there ever was, and is disarmingly adorable and cute. He is especially attached to me (and vice versa), though we are all head over heels with him, including John and Becky, who also can’t get enough of him. But I love the fact that he’s a Mummy’s boy – long may this continue! (and I can’t wait to scare off any potential girlfriends of his, when he’s older *mwahahaha*).

Unfortunately, we’ve had some bad news with regards to his health. He has been diagnosed with severe obstructive sleep apnoea and his oxygen saturations are extremely low at night and putting a strain on his heart and brain, which is very scary, so he is now on the waiting list for an urgent adenotonsillectomy.  I won’t go into detail on this on here but I will write a separate post on his condition, because we had no idea that sleep apnoea was even possible in kids (I thought only fat, old men have it if they sleep on their backs, but apparently not), so if this could be relevant to anyone else, then it’s worth sharing. I am terrified of the operation and my little boy going under general anaesthetic, but I’m trying to stay positive and keep a sense of perspective. Because as serious as this is, it could be so much worse, so I am thankful that we discovered it when we did and something can be done about it.

I am so grateful that we have Alex in our lives – and however fast he’s growing up, he’ll always be my baby! 

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