I wrote a post like this for your sister all of 11 months ago when she turned two. Well now it is your turn my darling boy. In the grand scheme of things two really isn’t that old. Yet when I think back to when you were that poorly preemie you have come a long way and you seem so incredibly grown up.
If you were a quiet, content and placid baby then you are loud, shouty and active toddler. Your father is pretty sure you are the child he was. Not just because you look alike…
You are into everything, no cupboard or drawer is safe. Neither will you be left out of anything. Anything your sister does you do the exact same, anything she has you want. You will scream and shout until you get it. Often yelling ‘my turn’, regardless of who’s turn it is.
You are cheeky and you know it. If I tell you no or not to do something you look at me, smile and do it anyway. That’s your father in you.
You just love to throw anything. Seriously anything. Anything that is in your hand is soon to lobbed across the room with gusto. You have a tendency to hit, push and dig your nails in. Some of the time it is in jest or affection most of the time anger, usually because you think it is ‘MY TURN’.
You do not stop, sit or rest. You will keep going until I force you to sit and sleep. You are full on. You are busy.
You love cars, trains and airplanes. You don’t like the swing or anyone in a George Pig costume.
You are remarkably good with your words for your age and have a go at saying most things. It won’t be long until you are bending my ear and talking (shouting) back at your sister.
You are teeny. You still wear 9-12 months clothes, but they’re often on the big side. The other day you wore a top that was 3-6 months, and it fit you just fine. The best things come in small packages though, my boy. It is still beyond me why you are so tiny as your appetite is bigger than all of ours, put together.
You can be a little unsteady on your feet. You fall over, A LOT. You are clumsy and charge at anything. You are always bumping your head and trying to throw yourself off my bed. I have little doubt we will spend many a night in A&E, after falling off scooters, bikes and skateboards over the years to come.
You are gorgeous. That is not just your biased Mummy talking. It is not an understatement to say that every single time we go out someone will comment on just how cute and adorable you are. You really are.
You love your sister, deep down. Despite the toy stealing, the pushing and fight to sit on my lap you do really love her. You have started to play together and talk together, it is a relationship I love to watch blossom.
You are affectionate. You love cuddle.
The other day I put a skirt on and you said ‘Mummy nice’ – I almost exploded.
You haven’t grown out of the attachment phase that hits most around 6 months. If I walk across the room you follow me crying with your hands up asking to be picked up. If I have left the room you will search the entire house crying, often hysterically, until you find me. You sure do love your mummy, but my boy I love you too and I would cry if I didn’t know where you were, so I’ll let you off.
You are happy…most of the time… your smile is infectious, your love is endearing and you make me laugh out loud. You are funny, loving and beautiful. Most of all you are mine, my beautiful baby boy. I will take your boisterous, loud and early rising nature by the bucket full, there was a time when we worried if we would ever see you grow into the boy are. You truly have come a long way in two short years.
Never forget, my baby boy, you are so very special and so very loved. You are the final piece of our puzzle. We never want to be in a world that you are not. So here is to you, my darling boy.