My little boy.

It's midnight and I just took B to the bathroom. As he's sitting half asleep on the potty I gaze at his face. I think of my newborn baby boy who, 2years ago, was just younger than his brother. He woke in the night to be fed, needed be for everything, would only nap curled on my chest. 

Two years, such a short period of time, the blink of an eye. Now my baby boy is a rambunctious toddler. He can walk sleepily to the bathroom to go potty like a big boy, feed himself, get dressed with minimal assistance; he can have a conversation with you, recognize his friends houses, and get his own water from the fridge cooler. Every day he learns something new. 

As much as I love peanut curls of newborn and sleeping on my chest, the twos are by far my favorite age. Of course I want to rip my hair out when b won't listen, but he's got spirit! He's so michevious. He's playful and smart and funny! He learns something new every day and can make me laugh. He knows what makes me happy and how to make me smile. B is affectionate and realizes that sometimes mommy still needs snuggles. 

I make an effort to really watch him every day. Watch his reactions, I adore looking at life through his eyes. Goodness knows these first two years have flown by. Every day flowing into the next. I try to enjoy every second. I know I'm going to miss this. I'll miss it all. Even ripping out my hair. Soon 2 will turn to 4, 4 will become 8, which leads to 14 and then adulthood. I plan on absorbing as much as I can. 

My sweet boy. Please slow your growing. It's ok to take your time. This is the only childhood you get. You have your entire life to be big, please stay small just a little while longer. 

Xoxo 

Mommy