Ok so he’s only 2 1/2 years old, so brainiac may be a stretch, but these past few months have been really cool to see Logan develop. If you know Logey you know he’s a boy of few words. But I think he’s a big Teddy Roosevelt fan, because when he does speak he means it and he’s not giving up easily. We thought Hannah is stubborn, she’s not even close to this boy.
Let me back up a bit. I dubbed Logan “Bam-Bam” months ago, because while his little neighbor buddy, Mason, was talking and pointing out colors etc. we look over and Logan is whacking a rock with a bat. He was only saying a handful of words at that time and just didn’t seem interested in learning many more.
Of course, that’s not fair to our lovable little guy, obviously kids develop at different ages. And, while talking has been a struggle, he shows signs of really interesting intelligence. He counts to 30 and he recognizes double-digit numbers on a page or on TV; plus, he knows the alphabet by memory, knows his colors, he can point letters out randomly and he finishes sentences in his favorite books. I only list these things because Hannah didn’t do them until she was older than he is, so he’s doing well in a lot of ways.
There’s no doubt his frustration and temper come from not being able to verbally express what he’s thinking, what he knows and what he feels. When we started getting some help and he started going to preschool regularly with a larger group of kids his age, it was like something clicked and all the sudden he was retaining and repeating things in a much faster pace, as well as starting to express himself clearer. He often says “I don’t like that” and is doing less grunting and pointing and more asking.
Logan switched from a crib to a bed this summer. It started out fabulously, he went right to sleep and didn’t yet recognize his freedom. Then it kicked in. He decided getting out of bed after we left the room was a fun little game. Let’s just say there were some very frustrating nights, though looking back, I know we need to enjoy all these moments, because they’re going by fast.
I was able to introduce Logan to one of my favorite things in the world this summer – baseball. I decided he didn’t need to be watching My Little Pony with Hannah, so every night before bed we sit on the couch in the “new room” and watch baseball while he drinks his milk and relaxes. Inevitably, 15 minutes later he’s asking me to chase him (“mo tickles”) or he’s bouncing off the wall (literally). After that it’s several books and he’s off to sleep.
We have our hands full with this guy, no doubt, but kids are worth every minute of the heartburn. Nothing beats his smile and endearing personality. I’m excited to see what he really gets into. There’s no doubt sports are his blood. But I have a feeling music and other things will be a big part of his life as well. Something that just really stands out with Logan is the way he focuses on and obsesses with specific songs, books, etc. Hannah also had her favorite things that she wanted to do over and over, that’s pretty usual for that age, but Logan takes it to another level.
Having a second kid is such an adventure. You think you know some stuff after the first one. Sure, you’re clueless, you are learning as you go, and you don’t know what you don’t know, but at least you know you don’t know anything. So the second one comes along and you think you have a clue and can anticipate stuff, “We’ve been through this before,” you think, but then the second one does the opposite of what the first one did at that age. And that happens over and over. You finally realize that you once again know nothing and then a light bulb, no, an alarm, goes off in your head and realty sets in – shit just got real. We’re responsible for two little humans and they’re nothing alike, but little combinations of our best and worst traits. Hopefully more of the best!