Two and half

I think I blinked!  That's what I think every time I look at the Bean.  I mean that's really the only explanation I can come up with for why he's already 2.5 years old.  To me it defy's reason that this little person that we wished and prayed for and then who grew inside of me for 8.5 months is now this walking, talking, riot of a little boy.  Always moving, always talking never still except for when he's sleeping. 

He knows all his letters, can count to 12 and is starting to recognize sight words.  Of course I can't take all the credit, heck I can barely take half of the credit.  He's super smart and has a GREAT daycare provider, so glad she's part of our village,  who works with him during the week. The things he knows changes every day and sometimes it makes me stop, I'm just in such awe of this little man that came from me.

I worried when when we found out we were expecting baby girl about how he would adjust but there really wasn't any reason to.  He's such a laid back kid that he kind of just went with the flow, like welcoming this new little person was no big deal. Not to mention how much he loves her.  He asks for her first thing in the morning and always wants to know if she's okay when she's crying.  However, he also thinks she's his own personal pillow and loves to share her baby seats, you can probably imagine how well that works out.

At 2.5 we've started tackling the headache that is potty training, and really headache is an understatement. I know that it will come in time but since Momma is not the most patient I wish it would come faster than it is.  Some days all I want to do is sit in a corner and drink wine I'm so frustrated by the slowness of this whole process but I know that just like everything else he'll catch on, everyday is better than the last so I'm confident we'll be done with diapers before he turns 3.

I can't help but wonder what the next 6 months bring and we slowly inch closer to him starting school, which just the though brings tears to my eyes. It's all part of being a Momma though, isn't it?  Watching your babies grow and changing, helping to shape the person they'll become but knowing that in the end their story is theirs to tell and we're simply just the narrator.  I love narrating his story and can't wait to see what the rest of his story will be!

Happy Half-Birthday sweet boy!  I love you forever & always.