Summing Easton Up

I can't believe it, but my little baby boy is 2 today. It's actually just about 2 years to the T that he was born, and our family of 3 grew to 4. He is full of spark and glee, and dabbles in the fake crying and dramatics. He runs head first into couches and people, using his sweet curly hair as a battering ram. He is sleeping again at night, but he is always the first one up in the morning. He eats on demand, just as he nursed, and has zero interest in the bog boy potty or bed. Fine by me, a crib is like a jail anyhow (he has yet to discover the escape plan). I don't know official stats till next week, but he's about 27 lbs. He is in the same size clothes as he was 6 months ago, but his pants are getting shorter. His hair is a curly fro, just as sister's was at this age. He loves trains, cars, construction equipment, holiday lights, cookies, running, and snacking. He hates winter coats, going to sleep alone, and eating meals with his family. We don't go out to eat much anymore, because our little man climbs out of his highchair and runs around places, charming the hell out of old people and pissing off the youthful servers. He is still quite the snuggler, but when he's done, he's ready to bolt from your arms. He is talking more, though much is still incoherent. His first sentence was 'daddy's at work.'

We had a small get together at our house today for his party. My mom had brought my nephews down, so I set up some lights in front of our tree to attempt to get some good grandchildren and sibling portraits. The kids weren't thrilled with the idea, especially the 2 younger ones (Easton and Alec), but these are going to be holiday gifts for the grandparents. The above photo is the best of my 2 kids, cus they are absolute poobutts when it comes to obeying their mommy photographer. But it's perfectly reflective of the age they are both at: Syl at 4.5, full of silly dramatics and theatrical timing, Easton at 2 providing attitude and dissidents to all authority. In fact, he is going into time-out as I write for hitting his sister. Sheesh, I'm tired.

I love the guy, and can't imagine life without him. Though if I were to, I can imagine it may be calmer, easier, a bit quiter, but a heck of a lot more boring. These past 2 years have been a blur of chaos, non-sleeping, and patience-trying grief, but I wouldn't have had it any other way. Happy 2nd bday buddy!!!