Through a series of events, Silas and I spent most of today alone together.
It was so much fun.
Two-years-old is my favorite age, to teach and to parent. Did you guys know that? I love the curiosity, the first stabs at conversation, the little toddler strut, the push toward independence. I love two. Today, my two-year-old had a rare few hours of my undivided attention. Not only that, but I also had a rare moment of HIS undivided attention. I realized today that it isn't just that I'm less focused on him; he is not focused on my attention, either. He has a brother to chase, a dad to follow around, a dog to climb, toys to conquer. As attached as Silas is to me (and he is), he's not one to just sit in my lap and chat. The boy has things to do.
So you can imagine how much I enjoyed today - watching as he toddled through the farmer's market, grabbing apples and announcing, "I LOVE PEACHES!" He slept on my shoulder through Target (when was the last time THAT happened?), recited letters back to me as I spelled his name on a napkin in the restaurant, and asked to hear Nickel Creek "one more time," holding up his chubby little index finger for emphasis. He told me, "I hab super powers!" and requested more pickles (apparently six were not enough) - all things two-year-olds do every day, but today I had time to take it all in. We went to the grocery store together, ate our dinner side by side, shared a cookie for dessert. I remember spending this kind of time alone with Asher at this age, but I knew something today I didn't really understand back then. This time I knew how short this stage really is, how soon his little torso will stretch along with his language and imagination, how independence will move into defiance before long. By the winter, his language will be so different; by next spring, he'll be a big brother. But today he was two, sitting on my hip in the store, hugging my leg in the thunder, laughing at the word "lemonade," instructing Dog-Dog, "Don't eat my cracker!"
Today was a good day.