Pretty hard to believe that this little guy is already two years old. It’s definitely gone a lot faster, Harold’s two years, than Violette’s. Maybe in some ways, that’s because everything was a learning curve with Violette. With Harold, we knew how to be parents (or what we consider being a parent), and instead, we can just delight in the nuances of differences that Harold brings to the story.
At the age of Two, Harold is still figuring lots of things out. Recently, like yesterday, he started using signs legitimately for the first time. His favorite is “open,” ever since we started storing lots of his toys in little plastic storage containers with tricky lids. He has a sign that he uses for “help” which looks more like the sign for “milk” mixed with “you there, peasant- do this for me.”
Things I don’t want to forget about Harold: he loves cars and trains right now, despite us not pushing him towards “boy” toys. (Violette loved Thomas the Tank Engine until she was 4, and then princesses and fairies pushed Thomas to the curb). He loves music and singing along with various songs. He eats breakfast food like it’s going to be off the menu, but doesn’t really dig most other foods without a lot of prompting.
Harold gets really excited quickly, very often is happy as a clam, and has a whole different kind of energy than his big sister.
Oh, he loves her a lot more lately, too. They’re figuring out how to interact in each other’s space a bit. Harold is getting happier with that relationship.
So that’s it. I’m happy to be a dad of two great kids. I’m thankful that Harold is who he is. They’re healthy and wonderful and remind me why I do what I do. They also remind me all that I put my parents through, and make me happy we have a good relationship. For as little as I use my blog to talk about family, you should know that my family is HOW I can do all the things I do, as well as WHY I want to keep trying.
Happy Birthday, Harold.