I don’t even know how it happened, but my sweet baby boy is T W O!
It’s weird how life plays out. We went from being done with kids for good at two, a vasectomy reversal, a miscarriage, and the sound conclusion that God’s plan differed from our desires and that two kiddos was it for us. And then literally finding out we were pregnant with Sweet M a month after that.
It’s been a whirlwind. And he came 12 days “late” and was my most intense birth, as well. Holy cow, that darling was hard. But so worth it.
Oh, he’s so worth it all.
He’s so much fun. He’s silly and mischievous and loving and ornery all at the same time. He’s so lucky he’s got a pretty laid back momma who can take all his shenanigans in stride, ha.
I don’t know how time flew by so quickly. And not only is he this amazing 2 year old, but he’s also a big brother – and such a good one at that!
I hope he continues to grow to the be the kind, loving, compassionate little boy that I know he is (let’s just say those moments don’t always shine through when he’s with friends, but I know he’ll get there!).
He’s all ready very opinionated. He has clothing preferences and color preferences. He eats me out of house and home – he’s definitely trying to rival his Momma’s appetite.
He’s also ridiculously cute and looks just like a little Who from Whoville. I want to constantly eat him up.
He talks non stop. And sings.
He loves Beat Bugs and PJ Masks and any video from his Grandpa Shawn. He’s also pretty obsessed with his cousin “Baby Harlow.” He might lose his cool when he meets her in person.
I am so thankful, every single day, that God made me his momma.