I am a week in writing this post. Shame on me. :( My baby turned two last Saturday. I am both happy and sad all in one.
Happy, of course because this great bright spot in my life has been burning so strong for over two years now.
Sad because he is growing so fast, and I can't seem to make him stop long enough for me to really take in the losing of my baby and the gaining of a curiously busy toddler.
He is such a cute, funny, intense, and silly little man. He has won over the hearts of more than one momma I know. He is smart - he can count to irteen (right after quelve), knows most colors, some letters, and recognizes certain numbers by sight.
He loves his Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and has memorized the catch phrases and names of all the characters. He sings and dances the hot dog dance, and can accurately do the "roll call" from the beginning of the show. He has recently been introduced to Handy Manny and Chuggington, and is a fan of all things that are round, bounce, have wheels, say vroom, and/or choo-choo, and that can be stacked... Or in other words, all vehicles, balls and blocks.