Two years ago today, we brought Truman home from the hospital after 120 long days in NICU. It was also his due date. So as of today, he is officially two. He has come a long way this year.
Some of the highlights of this year include: he has learned to walk, run (sort of), slide, ride a ride-on toy (backwards at least), and to horde and carry many small toys using his chest. He also learned to draw circles, do some coloring, learned some letters by sight, mastered a shape sorter, and learned to stack multiple blocks.
He learned that he can figure just about anything out or get into anything if he just keeps trying. He learned to play hide-and-seek and to pretend.
He learned a few words, lost most of them, added a few signs, kept all of them. He has learned to communicate far more than his vocabulary should allow by using the few words he has, by facial expressions, signing, using proper inflection in the noises and syllables he does have, pointing, and leading people by the finger to things he wants.
He has both improved and regressed in eating this year; he learned to and later lost the ability to eat some crunchy foods, but he managed to correct much of his behaviorial refusal to eat and fight mechanisms against food.
He knows his house, his parents cars, his extended family, and all of his routines. He has learned to be separated from his parents for church nursery and Parents' Day Out.
He has learned to follow rules--and how to skate to their very edge--and endure time outs with relative patience for a two-year-old.
He has fallen in love with his stuffed animals and his parents. He has learned to hug and pat and offer his cheek for a kiss. He has learned to smile at cameras and developed responses to "cute" and "cute face" that make even the most sullen melt.
Without listing all the many ways he has grown and changed, it's been a huge year for Truman. In sum, he has grown from a baby to a boy this year.
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