You are two."big booms." You still are petrified of the vacuum cleaner. You now say please and thank you - though not as consistently as I would like. Your hair is thick and grows like a weed. You hate when I cut your fingernails. You say "I love you" like "wuv yooo-OOO!" which completely melts my heart. You can sing the entire Bob the Builder theme song without my help. We cannot pass by a rock pile or gravel patch without you snagging a few for your pockets. You give me "flowers" that you pick out of the grass and do so with a shy, boyish smile. You throw some crazy tantrums. You also give kisses randomly, with wild abandon. You say "no" a lot. You say "yes" like "wes." You sleep from 8pm-7am with no problems whatsoever. You nap 2-3 hours a day. You love trucks and trains. You have no interest in potty training. You weigh 28 pounds. You can count to five. (Sometimes ten.) If there is something in a book or on TV that you like you try to "GRAB!" it with your hands. You will grab my hand and pull and yell "run, run, RUN!"
You make each day interesting. You have a LOT of personality. You are a challenge. You are a joy.
I could go on and on.
But let's get to some photos, shall we?
|you help me in the garden every day. er, sort of.|
|you like to wave and say "HI!" to everyone|
|you eventually figure things out|
|popsicle lover like dada?|
|"Cormac, screaming is an 'outside noise'"|
|you still sign "more" and "please"|
|your eyelashes are incredible.|
|you are the best big brother.|
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And here are a couple two-year-olds that would someday grow up to create you. Crazy to even think about!
|oh my gosh - there are those dimples I fell in love with. and those pacman cakes are AWESOME!|