The Hen is now 25 months old, and full of awesome most days. He still loves to dance and rocks out to the Foo Fighters (his continued absolute favorite) as well as Sesame Street classics like “C is for Cookie” and “I Love Trash.” He has also begun to sing along to songs we had no idea he knew like Maroon 5’s “Sugar” and songs we sing a lot (like the Lord’s Prayer that Keith sings with him at night). It’s so cute to hear his voice.
He loves to be read to by anyone, and can fill in the words to his stories if we don’t say them fast enough, or even if he just wants to say them with us. His current favs are Demolition, The Fantastic Flying Books of Morris Lessmore, Green Eggs and Ham, and In the Night Kitchen, but has many, many others he enjoys. I guess that comes with the territory of having a mom who loves to read and a grandma who was a reading teacher.
He’s begun to branch out with other television shows besides Sesame Street; after nap these days he generally requests Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood and Thomas and Friends. I would much rather watch Sesame Street, but I can’t win them all. He absolutely would watch Toy Story and Toy Story 2 every day if he were allowed, but alas, they are for special occasions.
He cannot play trains enough ever since getting a set for his birthday from Tia Vanesa. Seriously, it’s every dang day. I wish I liked trains, but I don’t. I usually help build the track and then let him put the trains and buildings together. Second to trains is construction equipment; whether in real life or toys, he knows them all. At the front of our subdivision is a construction site where we spend time every few days walking to, and checking out, the diggers and trucks.
We spend tons of time outside getting Hen’s energy out at playgrounds or in the backyard, although the summer heat is starting to prevent us from going out in the middle of the day. This requires me to get my act together earlier in the morning to play outside, which is just so hard until my coffee kicks into gear (coffee, I love you). Since this post is about the Hen and his life as a 25-month-old, I guess I have to end on a note about him and not my love of coffee – despite his mini-meltdowns mostly due to transitions between activities (or being forced to wear pants; he NEVER wants to wear pants and I don’t blame him) he’s becoming more fantastic all the time. I love that he can tell me about his feelings, and what he likes and dislikes about the world around him.
