Ivan has developed a character trait that annoys me. It’s that stubborn refusal to do what is asked simply because it is asked. He will do what I demand, but not what I ask. Yesterday, I asked him if he wanted to take something to Aron’s room. He said no. I quickly rephrased and told him to take it to Aron’s room which he did without question. The rough part is when it’s something silly like making his motorcycle motion. It’s the cutest thing when he is headed somewhere and decides to ride his pretend motorcycle. He will put his hands up like they are on handlebars and make the vroom sound as he runs to his destination. Can I get him to do this so I can get a picture…no…of course not. Grrrr.

So…I’ll take pictures of what I can and share them with you but you will not get to see his motorcycle unless he happens to take a ride when I already have the camera on.

This morning he came down stairs to tell me that Aron was awake. “Baey ake” sounds a lot like belly ache but as I could hear the crying upstairs I knew what he meant. He loves it when I understand him. If I repeat back what he’s saying, he smiles and gets excited. If I say something different than what he’s trying to say, he frowns and shakes his head violently. “NO!” We’re getting there.

There is a particular toy that Owen wants and can’t afford. We encouraged him to pick out some toys to sell at LaDonna’s consignment sale to earn money toward the toy he wants. So…we have set these toys aside and suddenly they are the most popular toys in the house. I had to put a blanket over them to keep the eager hands from playing with them. After instructing the boys that the toys were to stay under the blanket I found Ivan like this:

“Hit Me”

Ivan has been putting more words together. Just this morning he has expressed himself with “Hit me” meaning Owen hit me, twice. I’m not anxious for him to tattle on his brother but it does help me to know why he’s crying. I think Owen has gotten away with a lot because Ivan couldn’t express what was happening.

Here are a few of the things he’s been saying much more clearly lately:
More pease – more please
mik – milk
Gat, gat, gat, gat, – God is great, and God is good.
Baey Cying – Baby Crying
Wackis – Watch This
Hug – Hug
Woey – Woody
Bu Ier – Buzz Lightyear
Oo iiee ah neon – To infinity and beyond
Hone – Phone
aipane – airplane (as he is pointing out in the picture)

He’s really entered that two year phase with his play and expression as well. Just as I remember Owen becoming so much more boyish at two I see it in Ivan as well. He’s making more noise, running into things head first, using sound effects, making guns with his fingers and toppling anything in his way…because that’s what boys do.

One of the things I’ve enjoyed learning about the dynamic of brotherhood is that brothers apologize differently than sisters. When I make them tell each other they are sorry, they immediately get mischievous grins on their faces and hug each other, only to use this position as a means to tackle each other to the ground in a pile of growls and giggles. This is apparently a ritual that brothers do as a sign of love and acceptance of one another. I try to make them apologize to each other for any little thing I can just so I can watch this happen.

Ivan is still climbing on the baby to comfort him and though it’s counterproductive he insists that this form of affection is the necessary means to make the baby stop “cying.”