"Can mom see me in here?"
"Hmmm...how did all that paint get on my arm?"
"Will they ever find me?"
"I wonder if I can read this by myself?"
"Will this giant frog fit in here?"
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
On Being 2.
What must it be like to be 2? Nothing is a given, everything is trial and error, and more and more and more trial. Everything is funnier, scarier, more amazing, more confusing, and more beautiful. It's beyond just the "wonder in a child's eyes" - it's as if with every breath a 2-year-old takes, he is breathing in information, tasting the air, letting it soak in. At some point this new knowledge becomes embedded, the question no longer lingering. But I would just like to stop, right here, for a while.
"Can mom see me in here?"
"Hmmm...how did all that paint get on my arm?"
"Will they ever find me?"
"I wonder if I can read this by myself?"
"Will this giant frog fit in here?"
"Can mom see me in here?"
"Hmmm...how did all that paint get on my arm?"
"Will they ever find me?"
"I wonder if I can read this by myself?"
"Will this giant frog fit in here?"
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Adorable post, Emily!
Not even CLOSE to as awesome as having your own sweet two-year-old, but in my work as a pediatric speech-language pathologist...a majority of my caseload is two-year-olds. I am fascinated by the two-year-old mind :). Love it! Enjoy your sweet two-year-old :)
Rachel
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