So it's official. I no longer have a baby. Last Thursday, my littlest turned two elevating him straight to toddler status. The terrible twos are upon us, although not quite so terrible yet. He occasionally attempts a mini-sulk, bottom lip out and shoulders hunched, but soon gets bored and quickly returns to smiling and causing happy chaos.
We celebrated with grated cheese for breakfast, ice cream and sprinkles for lunch, and stir fry for dinner. The menu choices of a two year old! There was a trip to the local farm where the animals were ignored in favour of sitting on a tractor and an afternoon spent clutching mini Woody and mini Buzz whilst watching Toy Story 2 and 3. There may have been more than one packet of chocolate buttons consumed. Balloons were waved, used as swords, sat on, popped, and then cried over.
Two little candles were blown out and the cake pretty much ignored in favour of more grated cheese. Sunglasses were worn from morning until night, as is the prerogative of a fashion forward two year old. Just don't tell him that they're on upside down!
It's a rare day that I'm not thankful that I get to stay at home with this little dude. He has the most mischievous eyes that I've ever seen, a cheeky charm that belies his years and the biggest smile that lights up his little face and makes everyone around him smile too. He loves fiercely (he gives the most amazing bear hugs) and is fiercely loved. My little boy. My two year old.