The Two Year Old

So the boy has finally turned two. In many ways I can’t believe I have a two-year-old. As we all know, the time flies. On the other hand, I think he’s so smart I have a hard time believing he’s only just turned two. I don’t know many two-year-olds, so I don’t have much to compare him to, but sometimes I think he’s a genius. But I recognize that all parents think that.

He is also very sweet. The other night he came into my room at four in the morning wanting to join us in our bed. I was tired and decided not to fight him. I pulled him up and lay him next to me. He threw an arm around my neck and sighed, “Mama and Vincent. I love you mama.” I don’t care how much you hate to be awakened in the middle of the night, that melts your heart.

To celebrate his birthday we invited daddy’s family over for breakfast on Saturday morning. Neither Grandma nor Grandpa was able to make it, but all the aunts and uncles and all the cousins but one made it. Kind of a miracle since we told most people the night before. He got WAY too many presents, but he hasn’t complained yet.

On Sunday we celebrated with mommy’s family at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. He loved the train candle holders that Grandma put on his brownie “birthday cake.” He didn’t eat any dinner, but had about four brownies. He woke up crying a lot that night, I blame the brownies.

This morning he got dressed up in all of his new birthday snow clothes and went out to face the weather while Daddy shoveled the walks. He waddled down the stairs and headed straight out into the snow–face planting it after about two steps. We were going to go to Zoo lights tonight, but with all the snow gave up on the idea. I think he enjoyed waddling around in the snow just about as much.

We love that little guy and can’t believe how much fun he is.