it happened. he went and turned two. and while it kills me to give up the babyness, i wouldn't trade the "i WUV you!"s and the "i hugging you SO BIG mommy!"s (as he throws his little arms around my neck) for anything. but still. sigh.
he runs into his brothers' room first thing every morning. "hi benny! mornin alex! we go downstairs a-gether?" he adores them. it'll be a rough adjustment when school starts back up, i think. his adoration, however, does not extend to sharing me. if they try to snuggle me or sit on my lap, he will generally try to shove them off. "MY mama" (um, maybe he'll be glad to have them back to school so he doesn't have to share me ;)
he talks 24/7. his vocabulary is well beyond his two years, he speaks clearly and in paragraphs. he can count to eleven and does a close approximation of the abcs. if you say "samuel!!" to him, he'll say "pettit twuesdell!" he'll do the same thing if he hears his brothers' full names being said in that "you're in trouble" tone - it's hilarious.
he loves to play outside. he loves to climb, slide and swing (especially if daddy is pushing - he pushes WAY higher than mama can bear to watch). he loves to blow bubbles, play in his water table, and scribble with sidewalk chalk (while saying s-a-m SAM!).
he likes curious george and clifford and playing games on mom and dad's iphones. he inherited ben's old toy story toys and finally saw the movie this week and i think he's hooked. his favorite toy is the bin of toy food that we have.
i'm not sure how tall he is - his 2 year appt isn't till next month. but he's around 26lbs. still blue eyed, hair is still strawberry blonde. he's still got sensitive skin and while he's outgrown most of his dairy and soy issues, we still have to watch how much he has.
he is trouble personified - but in a spunky, sweet, mischevious sort of way. it's exhausting, but it's him. it makes me smile when i'm not pulling my hair out. as long as he picks up a little fear and common sense along the way, it should work in his favor.
i love you, littlest.