Happy Birthday, Little Man
Monday, March 27, 2006
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Two Years and Three Feet
Today is the Little Man's Happy 2nd Birthday. The past five days have been a flurry of parties and presents and Cake! He loves Cake! And cookies - kee-kees - but mostly Cake! (and it's always said with an exclamation point, even if his mouth is full of Cake!)
He's getting so big, and funny, and cute I can hardly stand it. He is a quarter-inch shy of three feet tall, which gets him into pretty much everything he wants to get into. Light switches, doorknobs, cats snoozing on the bed - nothing is safe from his massive wingspan. Every day he adds new words to his repretoire - sometimes surprising me with things I've tried and tried to get him say and he stubbornly won't.
His two-year-old temperment is in full bloom as well. He has his "angry eyes" down pat, can throw a full-blown tantrum at the drop of a hat and, dear God, has started whining. It's gotten so bad that we've already had discussions about adjusting his attitude, and he's been threatened (successfully!) with loss of priviledge if said attitude is not improved. The best threat to date is not getting to go to lunch with/go see Gama and Papa. Produces immediate sunshiney happiness and instant minding, I tell you.
He is a wonderous and wonderful Little Man. I can't be prouder of him, and couldn't love him more. Happy Birthday, Little Man.
He's getting so big, and funny, and cute I can hardly stand it. He is a quarter-inch shy of three feet tall, which gets him into pretty much everything he wants to get into. Light switches, doorknobs, cats snoozing on the bed - nothing is safe from his massive wingspan. Every day he adds new words to his repretoire - sometimes surprising me with things I've tried and tried to get him say and he stubbornly won't.
His two-year-old temperment is in full bloom as well. He has his "angry eyes" down pat, can throw a full-blown tantrum at the drop of a hat and, dear God, has started whining. It's gotten so bad that we've already had discussions about adjusting his attitude, and he's been threatened (successfully!) with loss of priviledge if said attitude is not improved. The best threat to date is not getting to go to lunch with/go see Gama and Papa. Produces immediate sunshiney happiness and instant minding, I tell you.
He is a wonderous and wonderful Little Man. I can't be prouder of him, and couldn't love him more. Happy Birthday, Little Man.
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