Today's your birthday. It's strange to think that two years ago I hadn't even met you yet. So much has happened since then!
This picture, to me, captures you entirely. You are a bundle of energy. Sometimes people watch you for a while and then ask me, "Does he ever slow down?" or "Is he always like this?" And I just smile and let them feel sorry for me. You keep me running and jumping and catching and kissing owies ... and always, always cleaning up after you.
You are one smart cookie. You know all your colors and shapes and animals and body parts, you sing lots of songs, and you spell my name "M-O-M-O." You also count to ten in THREE DIFFERENT LANGUAGES - which we didn't even know until you whipped out the Spanish. (Thanks, Dora!)
We just never know what is going to come out of your mouth, you little parrot.
Sometimes you get very frustrated when you can't do something that you think you should be able to. We call this your OCD. I have to calm you down and make you ask for help, so you know that you don't have to do it alone.
You are a boy, through and through, and I'm reminded of this every single day. Every hanger becomes a gun in your hands. You spot tractors and buses and "HUGE TRUCKS!" and rocks that I don't even see. During the school year, we watch the school buses drive by our house every morning and afternoon.
You talk a mile a minute, except when we're on Skype and we want you to talk. You're bursting with personality, and we love it. Ward members still come tell me just how much they love you. My favorite things you say are "Silly mommy!" and "Wummy!" (Yummy!). I also love how you yell "Yah! Yah! Yah! Yahhhhh!" when you get excited about anything.
Your baby sister adores you. You love her too and you're a good big brother most of the time - I just have to watch and make sure you don't smother her with all your blankets and toys.
You are teaching us every day, and we love you more than you know. Thanks for the best two years of parenthood we've ever had.