I'm a few weeks late posting this, please don't think I'm a terrible mother Landon. This blog is mostly for you, to look back at and see what you were like at two. Time simply got away from me as I slaved away on crafting the perfect birthday party for you. So, here's my birthday blog to you a few weeks late. I love you!
Happy, happy birthday to you, our sweet Landon. We can hardly can believe that two years ago we met you for the first time. We had no idea how much you'd change our lives and how much you'd make our hearts grow. The past two years have been the most fulfilling years of our lives.
The doctors told me while I was in labor, that you were coming into this world with a lot to say, and boy oh boy was he correct. At two years old you don't ever seem to stop talking, like, ever. You're making complete sentences, and are insistent on us repeating what you've said, just so that we are sure to be on the same page as you. There are many times that we're shocked at what comes out of your mouth, no no, nothing bad, just new words or sentences that we didn't think possible for a two year old to know. We love hearing your chitter chatter, it puts the biggest smile on our faces, even if it's the same sentence repeated over and over... and over.
You have quite the obsession with cars, trains, planes and construction vehicles. Your dad just said to me, he's all boy. He's right, you've turned into all boy. You've memorized every construction vehicle and can tell us what they do. Excavators seem to be your absolute favorite "scooping dirt" as you often tell us.
Until just a few days ago you had an OBSESSION with baseball hats. Not just ANY baseball hats, but these specific Nike hats. You really prefer the grey and blue hat but occasionally we could trick you into wearing the red without having a meltdown. You wore them from the time you woke up until the time you went to bed for the night, yes you wore them to nap in. In the past two days you have not even mentioned a hat. What I really think happened is that it's currently too damn hot to be wearing them and you wised up. Whatever the case, your father is rejoicing that this phase is over.
You LOVEEEEE your puppies. "Vedder Pumpkin and 'Nolli." They're often the first think you're looking for in the morning, and God forbid that they aren't in the bed with us for morning snuggles. You have a much gentler side with Vedder, maybe you sense his age and that he won't put up with your rough shenanigans. Poor Cannoli... he's the victim of your sword attacks, tail grabbing, and flailing limbs. You love throwing your toy balls for them, chasing them around the house or tormenting them with remote control cars. You adore them, and they, for the most part, adore you.
You love, love, love your best pal "Funny" aka a brown bunny that Aunt Moe bought you one visit. You almost never leave the house with him, and you can usually find him riding in your "pocket" which is actually your shirt collar. There have been many times your father and I have had heart attacks on the location of Funny, if he was left somewhere, and then calculating what time the nearest JellyCat store has closed and do we have enough time to find a replacement. Thankfully, he's always been located. He goes to school, he goes out to lunch, he even goes swimming with you! You also LOVE "Big JellyCat" which is a giant dog, about the same size as you and he absolutely must be in your bed for nap time and bedtime. We often have to diaper and dress Big JellyCat.
All the things I just talked about are just the tip of the iceberg on why we love you so much. You are the biggest ray of sunshine in our lives. You're cheerful disposition is so contagious, you turn around the worst of moods with one giggle. Words cannot adequately describe what you mean to us. We love you so much Landon, we can't wait to watch you continue to grow into the amazing human you're bound to be!
Love,
Mom and Dad
(& Vedder Pumpkin and 'Nolli)
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