Two

Two. My baby is two. This will be the last year of diapers. The last year of milk before bed. The last year of pacifiers. The last year of cradling him in the rocking chair.

My baby boy can unlock the front door, jump off the top of the couch, start the car, and jump in the pool all on his own. We now hear his little protests and opinions clearly all day every day. We are right smack in the middle of "me do it!"

What a fun year this has been! My boy, my joy. Happy Birthday, Tiny Man!