Last month this precious boy turned two years old.
Just like how turning one-year-old flipped a switch inside of SS, turning my ever-smiling, perma-content baby into a demanding and passionate one-year-old, turning two years old flipped yet another switch. SS has turned into a spitfire.
J and I dropped off a joyful, mostly-cooperative toddler at Nacky and Papa's house before sneaking off for a week in paradise, and J and I picked up a defiant and scrappy little whirlwind. Even though I know SS didn't officially turn two until a few weeks after our return, he became a two-year-old while we were in Hawaii.
SS is rowdy, cuddly, a little naughty, and stubbornly claiming autonomy, as any two-year-old does. He laughs easily (my Uncle Pat's laugh), mimics his big brother, and thrives on focused attention and deep eye contact. The cuddliness and meaningful gazes make the naughtiness a lot harder for Mama to discipline (he's my baaaaaaby). SS has begun to really enjoy books, learned all of his colors by playing with the piano puzzle, and is gaining new words daily. His favorite foods are peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, grapes, and blueberries. His favorite toys are balls and his piano puzzle.
(Blurry but I love it anyway.)
At his two year check up, SS weighed 26 pounds and was 34 3/4 inches tall, putting him in the 50th percentile.
Everywhere we go, people remark on his curls.
Side view of the curls
Happy birthday Boo Boo Bear. We couldn't love you any more if we tried.