It’s a little hard to believe that my youngest child is two years old.
He talks. “MEEEEE!” with an emphatic point to chest and foot stomp either means “I’ll do it myself” or “I WANT THAT!!!.
He walks. All the way to the park today, stomping in puddles in his new red boots.
He has opinions. One monkey sock and one train sock were worn to sunday school today.
He plays. More and more, he is Sara’s companion, “cooking” for the “babies” today, though there was screeching because Sara wouldn’t let him touch the pretend stove because “it’s too hot”.
And he still fits (just right!) in my lap with his blankie. Thank goodness for that.
Here are some scenes from his birthday (just before we left on our big spring break trip…)
If it has candles, it counts as cake!
A dolphin “pillow-pet” from Owen and Sara.
Present-opening assistance from Sis.
We love you, Drew.
