Look who's 2! (A few month's late...)

So hard to believe it's been two years since you entered my life.

I don't quite know what to say to you.  Our first few months together were rough.  You were miserable.  I was sick, and miserable.  We didn't get along.  But you always just wanted me, even if we didn't quite get each other.  And that very clinginess pushed us apart.

But somehow...over the months, something began to change.  You outgrew your colic.  I got better.  Now, I love how you come to me for comfort, even when you don't seem to need it.  How you want to just lay your head in my lap for a moment before going back to play.  How you come up to me, get my attention just to say "wub eww" before running off again.

You love your trains.  And your stickers.  And your dump truck.  Oh.  And your paci.  Let's not forget applesauce.

You are 30.05 lbs (75%), 35.25 inches tall (72%) and weigh just as much as your sister.  I thought you'd catch up to her a year ago, but I guess she finally started to gain and you slowed down.

But you haven't stopped moving.  And finally talking, after worrying me about how little words you actually spoke.  Now we often get phrases, requests and yes, demands from you and in words.  Doesn't mean you don't still yell and throw fits.  And oh boy, can you throw a fit.

You are the baby, and we have spoiled you with snuggling.  I refused to do this with your sister...but for some reason, you weaseled your way into my heart and every morning, I let you crawl into bed with your daddy and I and get a few extra snuggles.  You've become so used to it that you don't even head to get breakfast before heading to our bed.  And you become really angry when we won't let you out when you feel like you should, even if it is before 7.

You moved to your "big boy" bed much before I was ready.  But after crawling out of your crib 9 times one night, you gave us no choice.

I don't know what I'd do without you, baby boy.  You've stolen so much of my heart.  I'm so glad you wiggled your way in.  I will miss your hugs, and messy, slobbery kisses when you are grown.  But for now?  For now, I'll relish in them and invite them as often as you chose to bestow them on me.

Happy birthday, baby boy.