My baby is 2. He’s talking, running, laughing at “boy” humor, fighting with his brothers…
He’s not a baby anymore. Everyday I look at him and can’t help but feel he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
He really is the life of the party in our house. If he’s not giggling and playing games, he’s raining down destruction on our habitation.
There’s never a calm moment with him. He wakes up running and doesn’t stop until we put him back to bed at night.
I feel so blessed to know him and even more blessed to be raising him.