It's not easy being two!

We had a bit of a rough morning today. Poor little guy was truly upset about a few things today at the mommy workout.
1: He was very upset that he couldn't shoot the ball into the big babbit (basket). We were in a real gymnasium and it was just too high for him.
2: He was very upset that other people might want the same ball he did (even though it wasn't his to begin with).
3. He was very upset that Mommy just wasn't able to solve the above problems.

I could elaborate on how frustrating this was for me since I just wanted to work out. Or how other people were giving me dirty looks because I let him cry while I tried to workout and deal with the baby.
But instead, I've decided to go the other way. I feel that I spend more than ample time articulating all my struggles with the boys. I'd rather just mention all the things I love about them.

I love that the baby now scootches and rolls all around the living room.
I love that the baby gets so excited about his rice cereal that he blows raspberries that get the cereal everywhere.
I love that the baby gives me a look of disdain as I make a monkey of myself trying to sign to him.
I love that even when the baby's totally melting down, the site of me can calm him down. Just because me being me is enough.
I love that he has a tremendous wet gummy smile and hence his nickname Gummy Bear.
I love that the toddler has the cheekiest smile.
I love that the toddler finds fun in everything, whether it's sitting in his drawer (with or without pull-ups )or kicking the back of my seat.
I love that the toddler still lets me rock him to sleep sometimes.
I love that the toddler holds my hand when we watch TV.
I love that the toddler comes and strokes my head or arm or leg when I'm lying on the couch.
I love that the toddler, at the end of the day after I'm yelled at him about twenty times and made him cry about thirty times, still gives me the tightest arm-around-the-neck hug at bedtime and just wants to snuggle for just one more minute.
I love that my children love me because I'm the mommy, not matter what mistakes I'm making.
I love that I'm the Mama Bear and they're my Bear Cubs.

It's not easy being two.
It's not easy not being able to talk.
It's not easy being tired all the time because they make you walk.
It's not easy not getting what you want when you're two.
But I still love you!
This was the little ditty I sang to him as I took him upstairs for his nap this afternoon.