Dirty D

Our Durham.

He's officially the sweetest, smartest, cutest little man ever to grace this earth.  I can't even imagine not having our little guy.  I am so blessed to have my boy.  

Here's a few tidbits about my boy as he is in April 2013.  

1)  He is skinny.  I really didn't expect that.  It's not like his parents are twiggy.  He was even quite a chubby baby.  Ainsley has always been solidly in the 98th percentile for weight.  I expected all of our children to be...sturdy...as well.  He was on his way in September of 2011.  

Blue 24 month pants in September 2011.  He was 7 months old.  

But then he just stopped gaining weight so quickly.  He didn't even walk until he was almost 15 months old, so it wasn't like he was moving and exercising.  He was just slimming down.  He's still wearing most of the same clothes he wore when he was 9 months old.  

Blue 24 month pants in April 2013 at just over 2 years old.

He's now 27 lbs and should be wearing size 4 diapers, but we had two boxes of size 5s left over from Ainsley, so he's wearing those.

Speaking of diapers, one night in a sleep-deprived blur, his father accidentally put him in Wrenn's size 1 diaper for the night.  It was a bit Speedo-ish, but fit.

Durham in a rare, utensil-using moment.  

2)  Utensils aren't his friends.  He's just not interested in using utensils.  Should I be concerned?  I probably should be, but I have other things to worry about.  I just keep thinking that I have a whole year until he starts preschool.  We have a whole year to work on utensils.  Maybe it's a boy thing, but he'd much rather use his hands 

  

Floors require bending over.  Ugh.  

3.  He prefers to play with trucks on the couch or table, but never the floor.  We have a little rug with roads even, but he only likes to play with his trucks on waist-level surfaces.  It means that if you ever wanted to sit on our couch, you'll have to pick up at least 6 Matchbox cars to find an open area.  If you want to put your drink on the table, you'll have to watch it like a hawk to make sure he doesn't knock it over with a tow truck.   

He promptly moved away from Wrenn right after I snapped this picture.  

4.  It's been 2 months, and he still doesn't care about his sister.  When we brought Durham home, Ainsley was in his face all of her waking hours.  She wanted him to play with her immediately.  She wanted to dress and undress him.  She wanted to pick him up.  

Durham might not even know we have a baby in the house.  

She's not a truck, so she's quite boring.  

And this lucky boy has an uncle who is a farmer!  

5.  Speaking of trucks.  This kid is a truck-a-holic.  I'm sure his father was hoping he'd be obsessed with sports.  Who knows?  Maybe that will come.  

For now, it's all about the trucks.  And tractors.  

Because of the truck apps he plays with on the iPad, he can name all sorts of trucks.  Concrete mixer, grader, roller, car transporter, bulldozer, race car, police car, ambulance.  He can even name many of them in Hebrew because the iPad wasn't set to English for a while.  He knows all of their sounds and can name the vehicle by sound alone.  

And you know you've hit rock bottom when you find yourself stalking the garbage truck, driving slowly behind it and next to it for a full block just so your son can see it up close and personal.  

6.  He hates hair cuts.  We've probably traumatized him though.  I cut Tim's hair every other weekend, so we just added Durham into the rotation.  Turns out he's not a fan of getting his hair cut.  Tim holds in on his lap while I take the clippers to him.  Durham fights and kicks and screams.  He usually ends up choking on a mouthful of his own hair.  It's rather unpleasant all around.  

Before and after a haircut back in December.  

7.  He's still taking naps.  We've had a rather hard time making the transition from crib to bed.  He used to be wonderful when it came to sleeping.  You could just lay the kid down in his crib and he'd nose dive to the pillow and fall asleep immediately.  

We transitioned him to a big boy bed, a new room, and a shared room with his sister back in December.  He was pretty excited about the freedom a big boy bed allowed and would get out of the bed all the time.  We ended up purchasing a gate to keep him in the room at night.  

At the same time he stopped being able to nap in his bedroom.  We tried to fight the good fight to keep him there during nap, but eventually gave in.  Now he naps where he collapses sometime in the afternoon.  

8.  Froggy is his go-to buddy.  When he needs a friend, he goes looking for his froggy.  He's not as attached to his frog as Ainsley is to her Nixon, but we still have desperate uddy searches every once in a while.  He's got a few buddies and will emerge from his room in the morning carrying about 5 of them to the living room.  There's little cuter than watching your two year old boy stumble out of his bedroom attempting to carry an armload of buddies.  

9.  He's still a Mama-snuggler.  And thank goodness, because I am a Durham-snuggler.  Who knew that a little boy could be so wonderfully snuggly and sweet?