Last year my son grew 5.5 inches. I kept telling everyone that when I get him out of bed that he is taller. It turns out that I was right. Now that he is two, he has reached the age when his vocabulary goes into hyper drive.
From the moment I put my son in the car from daycare to the moment I put him in bed, my son is talking. Sometimes it's words and sentences. Sometimes it's sounds in the rhythm of sentences. Everyday he surprises me. This phase is both awesome and scary. It's awesome because we are actually having conversations. It's scary because he is a parrot and sometimes his mom lets a four-letter word fly.
Here are some examples of the conversations we are having:
My son LOVES horses. He owns several of the stuffed variety. 99% of them are named Pie after the horse he rides with Pam. After he rides a horse, I tell him that we must change his clothes because he smells like a horse. So now when I tell my son that he stinks, he says, "Mommy, I smell like a horse."
I like to run in the mornings before he wakes up. After 20 minutes of running, I am a sweaty mess ready for a shower. One morning this week, my son woke early before I could shower wanting to be held. I told him that mommy needs a shower because she stinks. "Mommy, you smell like a giraffe." (We just saw giraffes the week prior at the Lazy 5 ranch.)
My favorite conversation with him is when he tells me about his day at daycare. It's like an avalanche of words hits his brain and they randomly come out. I hear about other kids in the room, their pet goldfish Corky, phrases said to him by his teachers and new songs that he has learned. When I unravel a string of words into their real meaning after chats with his teachers, I feel like I need to submit my resume to the United Nations or work on a CSI unit.
Jules sits on the couch at the end of the day. It's hard to behave when you approaching bed time. Being tired tempts the naughty nature. For instance, Jules loves to grab a handful of popcorn and attempt to shove all of the kernels into his small mouth. Over half of the popcorn lands on the floor and then it's fighting temptation not to stand on them to break them into smaller pieces. My need to be tidy becomes challenged and I immediately scold Jules. If this happens multiple times in the same evening, scoldings turn into time out. When he emerges from time out, he looks at me and says, "Mommy, was I naughty" with blinking eyes and a cuddle. (He has learned that he is cute and trying to sway me with his charm.) Where did he learn this?
So he might not grow another 5.5 inches this year, but his vocabulary could easily reach 200 words by age 3.