I love 2.
I love that he's talking so well and loves learning and repeating what he has learned. Colors, shapes, letters, and numbers are some of his favorites. I love that he can pick out all of the cars in parking lots like our car, Jordon's car, Grandma's car, Grandpa's car, and Tommy's car-- even if they're a different color or newer version. I love that he's not a picky eater and eats what I won't. I love that he's usually sweet and says "Luv You" and "Pease" and "Tank Tou" without encouragement. I love that he's my helper and thrives off helping with the laundry, putting clothes in the hamper, collecting the trash cans, bringing me diapers, putting dishes in the dishwasher, and plugging in his four (yes FOUR!) nightlights before bedtime. I love that he still takes naps, and that occasionally he plays in his bed for sometimes an hour or so AFTER he wakes up. I love that he sleeps through Logan's screaming. I love his fierce independence and that he loves putting on his socks and shoes by himself, and insists on buckling himself in, etc., etc., etc. I love his almost constant smile and exuberance for life. I love that the littlest things make him so happy.
And, I don't.
I don't enjoy when he runs away from me, refusing to obey, even after threats of spankings and timeouts. I don't enjoy when he laughs in my face after a spanking, which generally has little to no effect (though it's getting better). I don't enjoy that he thinks everything is his and that he can get into the fridge or his snacks whenever he pleases. I don't enjoy when he starts (joyfully!) yelling when I tell him I'm trying to get Logan down for a nap. I don't enjoy the occasional jealous moments when he takes things from Logan just because.
What I do love about 2, my Ethan, far outweighs the things I may not always enjoy. In a way, I do not fully dislike those things that may frustrate me. For, without them, Ethan would not be Ethan, and he would not be the completely wonderful, little boy that I love. I try, daily, to count my blessing for all the good that he is and not let the frustrating times get me down. He is TWO, after all.... Someday, I will miss all his innocence.