My Little Big Two Year Old

Happy Birthday to my favorite two year old in the entire world (yesterday)! I remember the day we drove home from the hospital with you, and I just knew that we were in for quite the adventure. You screamed the entire way. The entire way! And you know what, that was just a glimpse into what we had in store for us. From your inability to ever really sleep well, to you're extremely alert personality, you've never slowed down, not even for a second.

Nothing sums up life with you better than this (and that picture above):

A Boy is dirt 

and blue jeans

with mischief 

in His eyes.

He leaves behind

a Trail of dirt

no matter how

he Tries.

And at the end

of every day,

he still can run 

and shout.

When he should

be TIRED and

sleeping, it's 

Mom who's all

worn out!

I've often wondered if I never forced you to have a nap or go to bed at night, if you'd ever crash. I don't dare to actually put that to the test because I'm afraid of the answer. NO! 

You are so full of adventure. You want to play in the dirt, (preferably mud), and water, and make the biggest messes that only you can make. The bigger the better in your eyes. And you know what, most of the time that's fine by me because I know that's when you are the happiest. Out exploring your world, and getting dirty in the process. That's the way you do it.

You talk like you're much older than you really are, which makes punishing you rather difficult because we forget that you're still a "baby" more or less.  My baby. My baby who just turned two. How did that happen so quickly?

You have the best memory of any child I know and you have almost every song we've ever sung together memorized. You're all time favorite, "I Am A Child of God". Whenever I ask you what song we should sing, that's your go to. But even though we sing that song more than any other, I think you have half of the Children's Song Book memorized. You're also getting really good with making up songs about what you want to do that day. Lots of singing goes on in this house. And anytime I hear you singing, my heart melts. 

You blow my mind with what you know and can say already, with the best annunciation of any kid I've ever met your age. Whenever people comment about how well you talk, I always tell them that there's just something special about you. Because there is, and I feel honored that I get to be your mom and watch you grown and learn every day. Even if that means I'm going to get a few gray hairs in the process. 

There really aren't words to adequately describe how great you really are. You can be the sweetest boy in the entire world, full of hugs and kisses and please and thank you's, to a little monster at times. But all in all, I know you mean well...most of the time.

My fingers are crossed that as soon as this little girl joins our family, you'll be kind and gentle to her. But in reality, I know I'll never be able to leave her on the floor, or unattended for even the slightest second. It's going to be an interesting adjustment around here. You hate when I give attention to anyone but you. You love to throw your toys, no matter how many times I tell you not to. Playing by yourself makes you angry. And, let's just say, you're a true boy through and through and rough play is your specialty. But like I said, my fingers are crossed for the best. Let's just hope she doesn't end up with any real damage over the next year or so. You'll be a good big brother, but a rough, and loud one at that.

Oh my sweet little boy, thank you for making me smile and laugh on a daily basis, and allowing me to love in a way that I never knew existed. Your dad and I love you to the moon and back.