Yep. Starting today, we will no longer describe your age in months. Once kids hit the age of 2, parents seem to stop doing that. In fact, I’ve been saying “almost 2″ for the last month whenever people ask about your age. Part of me is glad that I no longer have to do math to tell people how old you are.
I don’t understand how it has been 2 years since you were born, all 10 pounds, 2 1/2 ounces of you, after what seemed like a thousand years of labor. People always told me that it goes so fast when your kids are growing up, and that is so incredibly true. I can vividly remember holding you for the first time as we were being wheeled out of the OR. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to have you in my arms, to feed you for the first time, to really get a good look at you, my big, beautiful baby.
And now you’re my big, beautiful boy.
There are certain things you do these days that just floor me because they make you seem like such a kid, definitely not a baby. You know that if you get food on your hands, you can just lick it off. You understand the concept of standing on your tiptoes. You have a favorite T-shirt that you would wear every single day if I let you. You respond to suggestions you like with an enthusiastic “Sounds good!” That last one cracks me up because it’s totally something you picked up from me. Others you tend to repeat are:
- Shooter! Don’t eat it!
- Oh, lord.
We’re starting to get more comments about how you and I look exactly the same. While you definitely have your Dada’s eyes, it’s quite obvious that you currently favor my side of the family. There are times when I look at you and I’m completely blown away by how much you look like pictures of me at that age: the hair, the cheeks, the chin, the smile. It’s pretty humbling to see yourself reflected back at you in your child.
The talking is still constant, and you speak in sentences, which is pretty awesome. You also love, love, love to sing songs, especially when you can play your drum while doing so. Your rhythm isn’t bad, by the way. You’ve also recently developed a new habit of asking me “What’s this?” when a song you haven’t heard comes on the radio. I’ll tell you the name of the song and the artist, and you repeat the name of the artist slowly as if you’re logging it in your memory. I can’t wait to see how that plays out.
You’ve started to be quite helpful around the house. You love to scoop the dogs’ food into their bowls, to help me clean the kitchen (I just give you a damp sponge and tell you various things to wipe off), and to put your sippy cups in the sink. I hope and pray with everything that I am that this behavior continues.
Our absolutely most favorite development is your new love for cuddling. You love to snuggle up in bed and look at books, watch TV, or just chat. You’re even initiating hugs, kisses, and exclamations of “I love you!” and “I missed you!” The other day, you were running around the living room and I was sitting on the rug watching you. You came up to me with your arms wide open, shouting “CUDDLE?” (Requests tend to come in such a fashion — you’re not rude, just… loud.) You folded into arms and sighed. A split second later, you popped back up, only to turn back around and dive back in to my lap.
“One more cuddle, ” you said.
You can have as many as you want, my sweet baby boy.
I never got around to doing a video for JR’s first birthday, so I decided to highlight his first two years in one slideshow. I’ve included a song that JR and I sing together a lot; it’s from They Might Be Giants’ Here Come the 123′s, a CD that was given to JR for his baptism by our wonderful friends Matt and Jenny. Watch and enjoy (or weep like I did).
(Vimeo has been having some attitude about keeping the video embedded here. Just click the link if it doesn’t show up.)