My dear boy,
I can’t believe how time flies every day and no matter how much I remind myself, I am still afraid that I forget to be grateful to be your momma. Some nights when I’m tired from a day of keeping up with you or exasperated by your obsession with your cars, I still find myself looking back at pictures that I have taken of you. I marvel at how quickly you learn and how you don’t want to be a baby anymore. You are only 2, my son, slow down a little.
You started carrying around your Lightning McQueen backpack a couple of weeks ago. You pile all of your cars into it and try with all your might to put it on your back. You funnily call it your “hand bag”.
Some of your favorite things to eat are bacon, sausage, chicken wings, curry, mushrooms and prawns. You love prawns. Just like I do. And you seem to be hungry a lot these days. I don’t think that 11 hours of sleep would leave anyone THAT hungry when they wake from it. Especially if they ate well just before they went to bed.
You are definitely honing your negotiation skills. With words and mostly, with the sprawl-on-floor-leg-kicking trick.
You put on your own boots, albeit mostly on the wrong foot.
You call everyone buddy and are very polite, especially when someone brings you food – “Thank you, buddy! It’s lunch!”
You are definitely favoring your daddy these days and you don’t know how happy that makes me to see you two together. The two people that I love most in this world.
I know that I will not be able to remember everything, even if I write them all down but my boy, you can be sure that momma cherishes every moment that she shares with you.