Two is “I lub you” and “sowwy”’s, freely given
Two is when “I” is “Me”…Me is your BIGGEST baby
Two is still falling asleep in the rocking chair every night, my lips pressed on his faintly sweaty forehead
Two is telling his sister, “It’s otay de-ah” when she gets hurt
Two is asking his teacher, “Miss Val, you lub me?” each day
Two is endless imagination, “You be a diber, Me be a tuh-tul and me is huwt”
Two is trying to eat five squeezable greek yogurts a day
Two is when everything is so ‘citing and we tan’t beliebe it!
Two is when he wants a Mickey Mouse party
Two is when he will do anything to make his sister laugh
Two is when he copies everything his daddy does
Two is when he still smells like baby sleep in the morning, and wants nothing more than to be held
Two is bottomless pit of snacks
Two is “watch me, Mama, watch me!”
Two is hair that sticks up in every direction, always
Two is stains on his shirt before we get out the front door, always
Two is soft cheeks and sweet lips
Two is still a baby
Two times two for me, and the only thing terrible about it is that it ends in three.
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