My baby turned two years old yesterday! I can’t believe it.
At 2, Edmond is just so sweet and fun. He talks non-stop (I mean, for real, he doesn’t seem to mind if you aren’t fully paying attention, he will just chat away). He is potty trained (aside from diapers at nap-time and night). He is loving and imaginative. (Current favorite is to stop whatever he’s doing, get really wide-eyed and say, “It’s the big bad wolf!” and then precede to tell you a story on the topic.)
He’s also car obsessed — it’s mind boggling and a testament to the fact that parents can’t really determine who there kid will be or what they will like. Jonathan and I pretty much hate cars and have done very little to encourage this obsession, but Edmond loves his fire truck and mail truck and yesterday added a whole lot of cars to his collection thanks to so many wonderful, sweet presents. (Thanks, so, so much for a great party!) Edmond has played with his new cars and trucks all morning!
He’s seeming less and less like a baby and more and more like a kid. My heart breaks with love for him daily. I know I’m partial but I just think he’s the greatest.