Our feisty little man recently turned two and it feels like the sort of milestone I'd regret not documenting here.
It is hard to believe the tiny and calm baby I held in my arms just yesterday has turned into this vivacious and sweet little boy. He will forever remain my greatest birthday gift (born on the eve of my own celebration around the sun).
At two, he speaks in full sentences and with emphasis and gusto. "No!" He will say. "Not that way, this way!" A mama's boy deep in his heart, he will sweetly reply "I go with you?!" anytime I tell him I'm going to the bathroom (or anywhere else, really). He is quick to put his big sis in her place when he feels it is warranted ("no, rowie!! STOP THAT!"), but is equally swift to give her hugs, check in on her and ask after her when she isn't in his sight. I'll ask him sometimes where his sister is and his typical response is "Rowan watching iPad!" (I laugh because what can you do?!)
He eats voraciously, although he is getting more and more adamant about what he does and doesn't want for each meal. He makes a disastrous mess everywhere he goes. He "paints" with his yogurt while eating it, hurls blocks and Legos and game pieces all over the room, destroys every tower and structure and dollhouse setup that is created. He runs and jumps and hurls himself thru space, and there is absolutely nothing that he won't climb. He is constant motion, always one slip away from the landing that will inevitably send us trucking toward the ER.
But the same spirit that exhausts and worries and tests us makes us laugh all day every day. The same tornado that can demolish any room with impressive speed and accuracy will also climb into your lap with a book to read or sweetly demand "cmon, Mommy! Want to watch a movie!" He leans in for slobbery kisses, rubs noses when bunny kisses are preferred, willingly doles out hugs and smiles so big he chases all darkness away permanently.
His commitment to early rising remains steadfast and consistent. 5:30 am is almost always go time in the world of G. We are tired, but we love him so.
Happy second birthday to the third great love of my life (in no particular order). He lights up my life in ways I don't deserve and the year ahead promises adventure and fun for which I am immensely grateful.