My Dearest Vincey

Vincent Ethan was the calmest of my babies from the day he was born. He patiently waited for Grandma to get to the hospital before making his entrance into the world....I say he patiently waited because everything was ready for the pushing to begin, but we had stict instructions from Grandma that there would be no baby birthing until she arrived. Oh how I wished Grandma knew how to speed.
As I was saying, Vincey was always happy to just be. He didn't need to be entertained or a part of the action, so long as he was in the room to watch. Vince would wake up to eat at all hours of the night, and then would go straight back to sleep. There were no early morning stretches of sleep eprivation. He was an amazing littlest man, and stayed that way...until recently that is.

I was making dinner one evening & Vincey was doing everything to stay under my feet, and get on my nerves! He wanted to be held, then put down, then to take everything out of the cupboards, then to put everything into the garbage....and he wanted to do all of this while whining! He just wanted to be a fussing fool! Out of frustration, I finally asked him "Vincey, who are you and where did you put my content little man?!?" He smiled at me...the funniest little smile, and it dawned on me....my littlest man was pretneding to be 2!

Now, as I type, Vincey is running from one end of the living room to the other, screaming at the tippy top of his lungs and flinging himself on the ground. He is angry at me. I took away his outside priveleges today and he hasn't yet learned that mommy's attitutde and stubbornness is bigger! (hey, he got it from somebody right?!?). He is getting even angrier that his temper tantrum is being ignored, poor child, doesn't he realize I have done this before?!? I survived the terrible 2's twice over now.....I know that one morning, I will wake up and my child will have become human again. It seems to happen overnight, and I love when it does!! Until then, I will treasure the moments inbetween tantrums, when my Vincey cuddles next to me on the couch, with a blanket over our laps and and a book in our hands. Or when he is laying on his belly pushing trains along the floor.
Vincey has spent so much time just being content that he forgot to explore the world. Until recently, he didn't want to learn any words. He had no use for them. On his way to pretending to be 2, he has learned 'no', 'stop', 'mama', 'papa', 'uh oh', and 'no, no, no'. I suppose being the youngest boy, you have to get the necessities down first......so whether it is putting his brothers in check, or trying to tattle on them for not giving him his way, Vincey has learned the basic vocab to survive a day in his life....I am sure 'eat' will be next...that is definately a typical boy word!

My littlest man.....now that the tantrum has subsided and happiness has been found in the world of trains, I suppose I can safely persue dinner. Even in the moments of total meltdowns, there is nowhere I would rather be....
I stopped to get coffee Monday morning, and had the two littlest men with me...As the lady made my frappacino (happiness in a cup), she made small talk about how having all boys must keep my hands full. I smiled as she handed me my coffee, and I told her there was absolutely no othe way i would have it. My boys, all three of them, are amazing little men....and they are the reason I can smile through anything!!