Two

My J turned two a month and a half ago and I need to write down the things I remember about him at this age.  He's a lot like me and B, emotional and not afraid to show it!  But his happy moods are the best and he's so funny.  When I look back to this summer when D was born, so much has hanged in such a little time.  He barely talked when D was born.  In fact, "baby" was like his first word.  He calls D 'baby' all the time.  If you ask him what D's name is, he says "baby" even if you correct him.  Its cute. 
When we first brought D home, J couldn't see him over the edge of the pack-n-play we have in the dining room.  He is now so much taller he can see over and reach over the edge of the pack-n-play to see him and he can touch him.  He's very fond of his baby brother.  Its sweet.  Although he will tell me not to pick up 'baby' when he feels like its his turn with mommy.  He's a chatter box now.  Says all sorts of sentences.  When Karen left in August, he was saying a word here and there, when she saw him over Thanksgiving, he was speaking in sentences.  Crazy.  He calls Q, "nun" or "noo noo", and B "mi mi".  One of my favorite things he says now is "Not Good, Mom."  It often comes out "not dood".  And it cracks me up. 
I'm constantly saying to J, "Guess what?  I love you."  and try sooo hard to get him to say " I love you."  It doesnt' work.  He never says it back.  Last night, he climbs up on the couch next to me and snuggles up to me and says "I love me!"   
He loves to say to me, "Guess what mom?" I say what, and he says "baby go to bed!" and then laughs hysterically.  I have no idea why that's funny, but its his go-to joke. 
He eats a lot during breakfast and lunch, but rarely eats dinner.  And I"ve learned  not to make a big deal of it, and let it go (oh how far I've come, when I used to make Q a separate dinner of mac n cheese so he'd eat!).  If the kid doesn't eat, he doesn't eat.  He loves his big brothers, but B is his punching bag.  B always has scratches all over his face from J.  He is fierce when he's angry.  (and much kudos to B, he doesn't fight back-usually). 
He has taken to carrying a Woody figurine around with him whereever he goes.  Last night, Woody lost his leg.  J was only upset for a second about this, and now carries a leg-less Woody around everywhere.  He used to call him "Buzz" all the time, but now he's "oodie". 
This kid is wicked cute.  My mom calls him a Hummel.  And he does have that German angelic baby look about him.  Fat cheeks, big big blue eyes, he's a darling.  Just don't cross him.
Oh, and for a twist, he is super fond of all daddy's or daddy figures.  He calls all men "Dad".  And prefers Daddy over me any day.  I used to go get him out of his crib and he would tell me to "go away, I want Daddy!"  But he's recently allowed me to get him, but then asks "where's Dad."  I guess somebody has to like dad best...actually I think they all do, but I'm not hurt.  I'm pretty fond of Scott myself. 
I could go on and on, but its enough already...

argh, I had a picture, but blogger won't let me upload from my phone..what's that about?