My mom is a pediatric specialist, so I call/email her with all of my questions about Abe's health. We've been emailing this week about "cookie" issues (Abe calls #2 "cookies," as in, "Mom! I made a cookie!" as he peers into the toilet).
Going to the potty takes up a lot of our time these days. We make a lot of mad dashes.
Here is the end of a recent email to my mom, making me realize again what a wonderful age 2 is.
This morning when I went upstairs to get Abe up, he looked at me from his bed and said, "Hi, mom." Pause... "I'm two." In case I'd forgotten, I guess.
Second thing: "pine-cone" and "five" are the answers to many questions these days.
"Abe, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Then later on tonight, he was opening up Tara's to him, and as he looked in the box, we said, "What is it, Abe?"
Very excitedly, he looked at the and yelled, "Pine-cone!"
This is the best age.