I call him “my true two”. In every since of the word he is two. He is a spitfire of endless energy, barely sitting down to rest throughout the day. He plays hard and does his best to keep up with his big brother and older cousins. He is incredibly mischievous and there isn’t a day that goes by that he isn’t trying to hide one of A’s toys in his room, or figure out how to override the many childproof locks on our cabinets. He definitely keeps me on my toes.
His spirited-nature is equalized with what a love he is. We get big hugs and one of his favorite things to do is hug B and I at the same time. He doesn’t go one to the other, he likes to hug us both. He loves animals and gives real and pretend animals alike lots of hugs, kisses, and attention. He also is fascinated with the camera right now, so I get lots of good pictures from him, because he likes to see them after and say “Dat me!” and then giggle as he runs away.
There are many nights that I go to bed very tired because of this boy, however, I wouldn’t want it any other way.