Cale had his two-year checkup on Friday. He is 2 ft 11.75” tall (83rd percentile). He weighs in at 31 lbs 2 oz (also the 83rd percentile). According to his doc, he is “perfect!”
I had to complete a developmental checklist for him while we were at the doctor’s office so that they could make sure that he’s progressing on-schedule. I had to start with tasks that he should have been able to do six months ago and then circle everything he can do going forward. According to their list, he can do everything a one-year-old should be able to do, everything a two-year-old should be able to do, everything a three-year-old should be able to do and all but two of the things a four-year-old should be able to do. Those two things – he can’t hop on one foot, and he can’t cut with scissors. It’s quite possible that he can actually cut with scissors, but I haven’t yet let him try.
Cale’s funny for the week: As I’ve mentioned before, Cale likes to use the fewest number of syllables to get anything said. (I’m not sure if this is because he was born in Texas and raised in Oklahoma thus far or if it’s just because he’s naturally super-efficient.) A couple of nights ago, I was making dinner, and the kids were playing downstairs. Cale came up and yelled, “Mom! I want more crack!” My shocked and confused reply was, “You want what?!” “Crack! More crack!” Again, in utter disbelief, “You want more crack?!” “Yes! Crack! More crack, Mom! PLEEEEASE!” It took me a minute, but I finally clued in. “You want more crackers?” “Yes, more crackers. More crack, Mom!” My oh my! This boy keeps me guessing and keeps me giggling!
This picture was taken this morning before church. My kids are so cute and so silly!
Cale is wearing size 3T clothing. He has officially outgrown most size 2T. He wears a size 8/9 shoe.
Cale definitely has preferences for things. He has opinions about almost everything and is not shy in expressing them.
He LOVES dinosaurs. He calls them “roars!” and always follows up with a growling demonstration.
He talks a lot – a whole lot. We understand most of what he says. He is very polite and mannerly. He is helpful and kind. He’s very funny and loves to make everyone laugh. He loves to sing and loves to pray.
If you try to give him a food that he did not request, even if it’s something he loves, he will loudly exclaim, “Gross!” or “Yucky!”
He loves “choo-choo trains” and cars and airplanes.
He is definitely all-boy. He loves to wrestle and get dirty. He loves to jump on the trampoline and has learned to jump really high.
He loves to play hide-and-go-seek, and he finds some great hiding spots. But he almost always will jump out and yell “boo” without really giving you the chance to find him. He does a pretty good job of seeking too.
He’s scared of loud noises, especially the hand dryers in public bathrooms and the stuffing and bathing stations at Build-A-Bear.
He loves vacuum cleaners and always wants to help clean. He calls them “vacs,” i.e. “There’s a vac!” and “I want a vac!”
He loves to read and to be read to. He has a few favorites – “Santa Claus” and “Airplanes.”
He loves to play games. He has started playing “I Spy.” He always says, “I spy yellow!” You can guess several things, and he always says “no.” After several guesses, he’ll finally say, “OK.” Then he suggests that someone else have a turn.
He loves talking on the phone. He asks several times a day if he can call Daddy or MiMi or PopPop. He may or may not have anything to say if we actually do call, but he likes the idea of talking to people on the phone.
He LOVES to get mail! He gets so excited when the mail is delivered everyday, although he rarely gets anything. I’ve started giving him our junk mail. Our house has an old mail chute near the door that has been boarded up from the outside. Cale uses this as his own personal “hidey-hole.” We’ve found various things in there from stickers to cars to pieces of paper that he called “mail.”
His favorite mode of transportation is galloping. He climbs on everything. The world is his playground.
Cale brings so much joy to our lives. He is fun and exciting. He is silly.
We are so blessed that he is ours!
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