Take Two

My dearest little Monkey,

You are two. TWO!!! As in, not a baby anymore. Not "the" baby in the house. In fact, there's very little that's babyish about you. To say that you have brought joy into our family would be a gross understatement. You haven't just brought joy, you ARE joy. There is an underlying sweetness in everything you do. So much so, that when you start throwing your newly-done temper tantrums, Daddy and I laugh because it's so unlike you. 

Your favorite things in the world right now, besides your brother, are the iPhone, iPad and puzzles. You still love your milk (which we still heat up for you because you're the spoiled baby of the family), but that's one of the last remnants of your babyhood. You are Mr. Independent and can do more than I would have thought possible from a 2 year old. You try your very hardest to keep up with Bear and he thinks you are SO funny!

You wear a 3T shirt and 2T bottom - you're a very big boy. You still make me carry you up and down the stairs ("uppies") which is killing your mama's back. If you give Mommy a kiss, you must immediately give Daddy a kiss, you have no favorite. 

Honey, there aren't enough words in the world to describe how loved you are and how you deserve every ounce of it. Please don't get to three too fast, my heart can't take it!

Your birthday cake, made with love by your Aunt

Love,

Mommy