24 Months - Happy Terrible Twos!

Two years ago at this time I was having contractions and... just kidding. I won't go into details about how you came into the world again this year - I tend to believe I would eventually scar you for life if I keep bringing it up.

I don't know how good this newsletter will be today, seeing as how I am at home and will be more interrupted than I would if I was at work. That's one perk of having your new sister here - I get to stay home with you every day now! I'm glad to be home with you even if every time someone comes over you ask if you can go home with them - I'm trying not to take it personally and that you are, in fact, not sick of me already.

This last month had quite a few laughs and I was smart enough to put them in the 'draft' section of my text messages on my phone so I would remember them - I'm brain dead because of you remember? I got pregnancy brain with you and never got it back. So the first one I have in my phone was a night when we were here in Kanab with your dad before Tessa was born. You were playing with your tape measure and you couldn't get the tape to wind back up. You tried for about 20 seconds or so before you stopped, looked at it , threw it to the floor in front of you and said "Damn it tape measure!" Holy cow kid I didn't think I was going to catch my breath I was laughing so hard. I looked right at your dad and he knew he would have been in trouble if I hadn't been about to fall on the floor. You are the spitting image of him. And even if you might not think that right now in your life (assuming you eventually read this nonsense years down the road), that is a VERY good thing.

We've had some thunderstorms this month and you have informed us that you are scared of the "Thumber". I'll add this to the list of things that you are afraid of at the moment along with toads, car baths (automatic car washes), and scarecrows.

We went for a walk the last weekend we were in Kanab before Tessa was born trying to get her to come a little early and you walked the whole way which was pretty impressive. It would have been more impressive if we had gone for a walk longer than just around the block but hey, I was big and fat and not that into walking. Your dad asked you if your feet were tired and you answered "no (big surprise), shoes are tired". I look forward to your teenage years.

If you make it that far that is, I just took my tweezers away from you because you were trying to stick them in an electrical outlet. If you are reading this and are over the age of 10 I think I deserve a medal for keeping you alive. And as of today I'm 1/5 of the way there. I sent your dad a text this morning that said:

Our boy is two. Do you know how fast the next sixteen years will go? Holy cow.

You are in your terrible twos, there is no doubt about it in my mind but you are still a great kid. The tantrums in public are still minimal, you "love" your sister too much, and you still ask for milk and cuddles every night. It might get annoying to me at times now but I am thankful for these things and all the other silly/funny/irritating/cute things you do and I hope I remember how soon they will go from being annoying toddler behavior to being full on obnoxious behavior from a teenage boy. You might feel a little left out at times now that you have a sibling, but little sister aside - you are still my best little boy and just like I expected would happen I don't love you less now that she's here - I love you more.

Happy Birthday Chubs,
Mom

And just to reminisce a little...