terrific twos

I am beginning to realize that having a two year old is, in more ways than one, almost like having a newborn all over again. It seems like just 24 months ago we were dealing with the same issues: putting him back to bed 25 times at night (then it was because he wasn't sleeping through the night yet, now it's because he can get out of his bed), begging and praying for him to eat (then it was because he was learning to breastfeed, now it's because he is too distracted to finish a meal), and cleaning up bodily fluids off the floor multiple times a day (then it was spit-up, now it's potty training misses). So, I need to give myself the same advice I needed then: This stage will not last forever. Don't let the frustrations keep you from enjoying watching your child grown and learn. In lieu of that, I am going to share some stories of cute things he has done lately.

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For his birthday he received a complete Potato Head Family set. He likes the baby potato the best and always wants him to wear the pirate shoes. He also began to explore the holes in his own face to see if the accessories fit him as well. What kid hasn't done this? I certainly remember doing it.

shoes in the nose? 

mustache man 

reminded me of Elton John

nice earrings

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Liam is beginning to understand relationships and affection better these days. Whenever he sees two people hugging or putting their arms around each other he likes to declare "they're buddies." We have this carved wood sculpture of The Last Supper that my cousin Melissa brought us back from her trip to Africa. One day he looked at it and pointed out one of the apostles with his hand on Jesus's back and said to me, "buddies eating breakfast."

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The other day Liam discovered a bag of green army men that Phil had received as a joke gift a while ago. I had purposely put them away because I didn't really want him playing with guns and war toys, so I was a little sad to see him excited about them. He began zooming them across the floor saying "vrooom, vrooom, need a boat." I was happy to realize he thought they were wakeboarding (which he has seen his daddy and uncle do recently). I'm glad he's still my gentle-hearted little boy.