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!!!