Matthew has begun testing out some charming, developmentally appropriate (I keep repeating that phrase to myself over and over, "developmentally appropriate.") new tricks. He'll take something that clearly belongs to Cameron -- his bear, Henri, for example -- and say, "Dis is MY bear. Dis is my bear forever and ever and ever!" Cameron, in the tradition of oldest siblings everywhere, then screams, "No! Mommy! Matthew says that Henri is his bear! He's MY bear!"
Or one of us will say, "I love you Matthew!" and he'll reply with a sweet smile, "I don't love you." Well, actually, he tried that a few times before I taught him that there are two acceptable responses to "I love you," and they are "I love you, too" or "Thank you." So now he says, "I don't love you. Oops! I mean I DO love you."
Yesterday, Matthew tried out a new one. At the lunch table he smiled and said, "Mama loves me."
"Yes, I love you, Matthew," I answered.
"Daddy loves me," he continued. "And Cameron? Cameron does NOT love me."
Now, if there is one thing that Cameron is clear on it is that he loves Matthew, in his words, "more than my heart can hold." So when Matthew declared that Cameron does not love him, Cameron looked devastated. "Matthew," he said softly, "I DO love you. I love you from the bottom of my heart. You're my brother."
"Oh," said Matthew. "OK!"
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Yes, two is a challenging age. There's just no getting around it. But fortunately, two is followed by three (an improvemet) and then by four (practically a miracle).
Hang in there, and tell Matthew and Cameron that I love the both more than they will ever know.
This one brought tears to my eyes.
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