You are Two

My Theodore James is two.  I have a two-year-old boy.  Our boy is two.

It happened rather suddenly, despite the fact that I’ve been thinking of him as “just about two” for a few months now.

At two, Theo makes funny faces, and jokes like “elephant…eat poop.” (Cue grinning and chuckling). He speaks in compact sentences devoid of anything resembling an article or preposition, but which get the point across.  He has his moments, but also half of his two-year molars, so he’s allowed his moments.

He discovered the glory of presents, and I couldn’t help but think about last year when it took a half an hour and a good deal of coaxing to get him to open his one.  He has not lost his gusto for cake, although he ate it with a fork this year instead of smashing the plate into his face.


Every time I ask him to guess what’s for dinner, he guesses “CAKE?!” just like every time I ask him who he thinks is coming to visit, he says “Nana?!”  Today, he counted to three, and he can say things like “hippopotamus” and “helicopter”.  He’s also picking up my habit of saying “nuts.” which makes me glad that I’m not in the habit of saying anything else.

He is all about airplanes, trains, helicopters, busses and tractors, and is also spellbound by butterflies.  We often go on walks, and Theo likes to fill his pockets with rocks until his shorts can no longer cling to his tiny toddler hips, and he hitches them up every couple of steps.

Eating is not a problem.  His pickiness hasn’t set in yet, if it is indeed on the horizon.  He sometimes doesn’t want certain things, but who doesn’t, and he likes things like broccoli and tofu, which is really cute.

He’s our boy.  He is happy and full of energy and tricks and is so mine that I sometimes just want to go down to his room after we’ve put him to bed, gather him up, and cuddle him like a tiny baby again (but I don’t.  Because of common sense and sleep.)

Happy birthday, my Theodorable!

Back to School

Just like all the kids last week with their crisp, new backpacks and un-scrawled-in notebooks, I, too, started school last week.

Not “real” school, I guess, but I started up my Danish classes again, this time Module 6, which is what you have to take to get into university programs in Danish.  The exams I’ll go through at the end of the program will actually mean something to people other than my fellow expats and immigrants.  It’ll “count”.  And I’m excited!

But excited doesn’t mean “not nervous”.  Quite the opposite.  And hence, I worried.  I went a week without a good nights’ sleep.  I was worrying for myself, like I’d worried for myself for the first day of school 17 years in a row.  My stomach roiled while I tossed myself around in bed, but this time, it roiled a bit extra.

For the first time, I wasn’t only worrying for myself.  I wasn’t only worried about getting myself up, out of bed, and out the door on time without forgetting to brush my teeth.  Because now I have two sets of teeth to remember to brush.  So I prepped all that I could, picking out everyone’s outfits a day in advance and packing my lunch (and feeling 11 years old while I did).  But there are still meltdowns over socks because there are molars shouldering their way into Theo’s poor two-year-old mouth, and there are tantrums that must be had.

And in those days before classes started, there was really nothing I could do to still the nervous flutters.  I knew it was going to be really hard initially.  I knew it was going to get better, too, but somehow that never really helps.  But, after starting my second week, it’s started to get better.

The first week went fine.  I get up before Theo does to get myself ready then wake him up (much earlier than he’s used to).  So far, it’s been going great.  Theo hasn’t been much grumpier in the mornings, despite the early wake-up call (which is probably helped by a more strict, slightly earlier bedtime).  We’ve gotten out of the door in really great time every morning, so I never have to rush the drop-off.

My fears about the rest of the class all knowing each other in advance dissipated immediately, and as an added bonus, there’s several of us with small kids at home.  Everyone has been really sweet, and it’s been really nice to have some new people to chat with, and to feel like I’m a part of a little something again.

So far, it’s been positive.  And there are days where my eyelids droop, and I can’t say I have anything but dread for biking through all of the kids on their way to school.  But there’s pros and cons to everything, and even though it’s so difficult sometimes to face changes, no matter how big or small in life, it feels good, in the end, to be moving forward, and taking at least a step in some direction.

Reading: I’m a good bit into “Flygten til America” which is a translation of a German book.  It is a pretty good read, and a good start for reading Danish in my free time!
Listening: To Peppa Pig… Theo enjoys it, and honestly, so do I!  I think it’s downright hilarious!

Thinking: About who is going to do the grocery shopping, since we didn’t do it as a family today (hint: it will probably be me)

Smelling:  Lasagna!  We had leftovers from Theo’s birthday party so no making dinner tonight!

Wishing: That my homework was already done…

Planning: On a cozy evening and hopefully my first good night’s sleep in a week!

Wearing:  Nothing terribly exciting…shorts, a tank top, and a braid that I slept in 😉 It has been a frightfully lazy Sunday.

Loving: Coffee.  With earlier mornings and much, much more to do lately, it has been a luxury every time I get to finish a cup.  I think a Thermos would be a very sensible buy at this point,

Wanting: To get into a good routine so I’m not so nervous for the weekdays.

Using: My new phone!  My old one finally stopped being able to even text, so it was unavoidable.  But on the plus side, I can use the new one for Instagram, so that’s exciting!

Feeling: A little overwhelmed, but like the worst is over!

Watching: We’re watching Terminator 2 in short installments, which is actually pretty fun.