Mark, almost 2-years old!

Sunday before Valentine’s Day, we had a taste of Mark’s mischief!

Both Matthew and Mark enjoyed a bath early that evening. Mark was still in the tub full of water when I was drying out Matthew with a towel. And then all of a sudden, Mark hit his face on Matthew’s head from jumping off the ledge of the tub. He was so quick!

Matthew cried. He was hurt. I tried to rub his head. And then when I turned to Mark, about to scold him and tell him never to jump off the ledge again, I saw blood dripping off his left nostril! He didn’t even cry! Matthew saw the blood, too, got worried and said “We need to call the doctor. ”

I grabbed Mark and the towel, tried to wipe the blood off his face. But the blood didn’t stop dripping. I called hubby on the phone, and he told me to pinch his nose to stop the bleeding, which I did.

With my left hand wrapped around him and my right hand pinching his nose to stop the bleeding, he started crying. The only time he cried that time! He struggled to get away from my grip. When the bleeding stopped. I let him loose. He ran off, butt naked, with the mischief grin on his face, like telling me to come and get him. Matthew, with much concern, came after him, “Be careful, Mark. ” … and I just let out a big sigh of relief!

About a few minutes, they are now both dressed, Matthew is still concerned and asked me when the doctor is going to come. I told him Mark is better now, just so he’ll stop worrying about his baby brother Mark.

I continued to observe Mark that night for any changes or anything to be concerned about. And he continued to be the mischievous little toddler that he is!

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Mark while playing with the iPhone camera. (Photo taken by Mark on Feb 16, 2012.)

I love it when Mark goes to the closed kitchen door and tries to open. When he couldn’t open the door, he’ll look at me and yell out, “Lock! Key!”

I love it when we would go upstairs to his room for bedtime. As soon as he reaches the door, he puts his finger to his lips, “Shhhh! Brother.” like signalling me to be quiet because his big brother is already sleeping. (Mark has a later bedtime than his big brother Matthew on school nights, so usually Matthew is already sleeping on Mark’s bedtime.)

I love it when Mark climbs up the couch, and then in front of me or his Daddy, he stretches his arms wides, and yells “Ta-da!“. Or anytime he does it, when he enters a room, or comes out of hiding, … with arms stetched out, “Ta-da!“.

I love it when Mark knocks on anything, says “Knock! Knock!“, and wouldn’t stop until someone says, “Who’s there?”

I hate it when he climbs up to the kitchen counter, and on top of the counter, standing and opening the cabinets. It makes me SO nervous. Also, when he climbs the washer, the dryer, the dresser, …

I hate it when he escapes from the playpen, when he is suppose to be taking a nap.

I hate it when he plays with my iPhone, when the iPhone seems to be the only thing that keeps him  quiet and busy, when he has tons of toys to play with but won’t catch his interest!

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Mark’s new words these days …

• wa – water
• ba – bread or snacks
• mote – remote (tv remote and game controllers)

And he definitely knows how to use, “wow“.

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Mark loves the puddle!
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Mark will be 23-months old in a week! He is 1-month shy to being 2 years old, but he’s already there – the terrible twos! Sigh!

Time is fleeting away so fast. My baby is not a baby anymore! Sigh! But I look forward to more of his mischiefs, to the time when he starts talking, and don’t stop talking, to the time when he’s completely potty trained, to more of his growth, independence, to more of his personality coming out, to all the wonderful things of his being just the way he is.