Twenty-two and twenty-three

A little late, as always, at these monthly posts.  Now that he is officially two, I think I'll only be doing these every six months from here on out.

Months twenty-two and twenty-three went by fast.  Between getting our house ready to sell, putting our house on the market, and looking at fifty million houses before we finally settled on the right house to buy, we have been busy.

Months twenty-two and twenty-three have also been the hardest months as a parent.  Even harder (I *think* unless I'm subconsciously blocking out bad memories) than those first few months when I was terribly sleep deprived and once cried over breastfeeding.  No longer are you that squishy little newborn who demanded so much of my attention, yet stayed in one place and slept most of the day.

But yet, here we are, all in one piece ... and happy.  You are back to sleeping with us just like you did as a newborn (no judgments, please).  Instead of a witching "hour(s)," you can throw a mean tantrum with the best of them.

You are also very sweet and silly -- you always want someone to play with you, whether it is play-doh, trucks, play kitchen, or any other type of activity.

You love to be outside, running and exploring the world around you.  You hated swim lessons this summer, but you love the water and swimming otherwise.

We made the mistake of letting you routinely watch Elmo or Mickey, and now you are crazy obsessed and would be a little couch potato if we allowed it.

You (& mama) survived your eye surgery and your tear ducts have been so much better ever since!

I have started saying your full name (first and middle) with some frequency over the last few months, and if you ask any mama, that only means one thing.  T.R.O.U.B.L.E.  You make me sigh in exasperation one minute but then leave me in stitches laughing the next.

I joke about trading you in for a puppy some days, but truth be told, I wouldn't trade you for anything.  I love you to the moon and back .... times one hundred.

Love,
Mama

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