Everyone needs a two and a half year old in their life and they would feel a lot better.
Despite the imfamous challenges, I think it is a pretty magical age. One unintended benefit is that they keep you very active. Go Go Go should be Henry's middle name. I always joke that I should be much skinnier. I put the blame squarely on his shoulders; he is always encouraging me to stop at Starbucks when we pass. "Mommy need coffee?"
They speak well enough to make their needs (ahem very) well known and to even inject a little humor. I know I am biased, but Henry is pretty hilarious. Yesterday he put his toy stethoscope up to Molly's chest when I was changing her, listened for a minute and then said "Thanks Dr. Henry!" He then collapsed into a fit of giggles and said he needed to "Call Dr. Lew" (Dr. Lewis, his pediatrician) to tell her his joke. He loves to ask me if I need a stick of gum after I use the bathroom (his potty training reward).
They put a magnifying glass onto your best and worst qualities as a person. I beam with pride when I hear Henry talk to Molly. He tells her he loves her, and that it will "be OK, Henry and Mommy are here" when she cries. He is always telling me "Mommy, be very careful." I am mortified to hear him say "Molly stop!" when she is crying with impatience about something.
They are so positive about everything. He says "Mommy, yum yum!" about his food. Every time we walk to the park he says "Mommy, it's a beautiful day!" even if it is cloudy. He declares everything as "Perfect!"
Yesterday I took him to the Museum of Natural History since our cooperative playgroup was cancelled. He was so good; he listened really well and we had a lot of fun. He ran from exhibit to exhibit say "Wow!" and "Mommy what's that?" When I asked him what his favorite part of the day was he told me "the quiche!" He was hungry so we stopped in the little cafe. Since it was a very limited menu I was forced to get him a $10 slice of quiche. Thank goodness he ate it huh?