Come Monday I will have a 2 year old. A 2 year old?! When the hell did that happen?
How did he go from this tiny little baby…
E’s birthday brings some strong feelings from me. Last year, I had a really hard time with it. I was too focused on the bad things that happened instead of the good things. This year I am doing much better, although it is hard to not think about those things. I don’t want those feelings to ruin another birthday. It’s a day to celebrate!
I am happy to report that he will be starting off his 2nd year of life in the full swing of the terrible two’s. Currently he likes to tell me “I don’t want to” and we’ve even caught him lying (“No, I’m not”). I hear 3 is even better. The joy!